Not a good sound, but a good reason to live over your store. It was a full thirty seconds before the damn alarm went off and by that time I was up, my pants were on and so were the lights. Somebody had broken the glass on the window to the back door. Mostly just making a mess. Whoever it might have been was long gone by the time Ellen and her partner got there. She recognized the address. Nothing missing, not even that much damage. I swept up the glass and then covered up the door with some cardboard and tape, the officers wrote it up and we were done within the hour. Ellen is still giving Maricel the evil eye for some reason I can't quite grasp. If she wanted me for herself, she had several chances and more than a few offers. I don't get it.
See you in the funny papers...
Simon Wolfe
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