Hot Blog: NAUGHTY JULIE NAUGHTYJULIE lay in her bed, listening to the sounds of sirens approaching her house. Finally, when she heard the police cars stop in front of her house, she got out of her bed on the side away from the broken glass, made her way to her closet, and slipped on a fluffy bathrobe. She heard the policemen talking to each other, and the crackle of their radios. For the time being, anyhow, she was safe. She wasn't sure what to do, so she went downstairs. The policemen would likely want to talk with her.
Gun in one hand and flashlight in the other, Tim made his way around Heidi's house. He was more familiar with it than was officer Mackey who, shotgun in hand, was making his way around the other side.
They met at the rear of the house. "You see anything, Tim?" Mackey asked.
"Nothing," Tim replied.
"Asshole is probably long gone," Mackey said. He played his flashlight over the house. "Son-of-a-bitch!" he exclaimed. "Look at that."
"Home of the whore!" was spray-painted on the back wall of the house in bright red letters. Right next to it were the words "Die Bitch!"
"This fucker's serious!" Mackey exclaimed.
Tim played his light upward, and could see the broken windows and pockmarks in the siding where pellets from a shotgun had hit the building. "Looks like he was using a shotgun," he said. "I'd guess buckshot." He pressed the "talk" button on his radio. "X-ray twenty-five to Adam-forty, all clear back here," he said.
