batsonthebrain replied to your post: I paused Call the Midwife during a dance scene and…

I was gonna say get to know him but sketchy murder questioning. Swing dancing looks like fun though, a teacher?

to be fair to my neighbor B, he turned out to be not the murderer but he possibly had the murderer’s phone in his car. this is one of the weirder things that has happened in this apartment:

I was peacefully reading fanfic in my room on a weekday morning when I was startled by a heavy knocking on the door and the dog predictably going nuts. I cautiously go to open the front door and encounter the most cop-looking cop that ever did cop. This dude loomed like a professional loomer. 

• my dog: [HEY SOMEONE KNOCKED RED ALERT RED ALERT]
• cop, glowering: “Do you work at the airport?”
• me, hanging onto lucy’s collar with both hands: …..uh…. n…o? lucy shut up.
• my dog: [HEY MOM HEY HEY IT’S A STRANGER HEY LOOK HEY]
• cop, edging away from my medium-sized dog despite being a big dude: does anyone in this house work at the airport? 
• me, now somewhat less intimidated by a man clearly afraid of my idiot dog: no, definitely not. look, what on earth is this about? 
• my dog, helpfully: [HEY HEY HEY LOOK MORE OF THEM]
• me: [stares incredulously at the three other cops poking around my front yard and peering in the bushes and the basement window] ?????
• cop, still eyeing lucy nervously: There’s been a killing at the airport, and we traced a phone belonging to someone who was involved to this address. 
• me: I… uh…well, none of us have been to the airport recently- wait, you know, actually we do have a downstairs neighbor and he works really weird hours, he might work at the airport, I honestly have no idea. 

The looming cop clearly decided this was a lead, because he gathered his co-cops and went around to the door to our neighbor’s apartment, which happens to be in our backyard, and knocked until a very sleepy B appeared, and had pretty much the same reaction I’d had to the sudden appearance of cops at his door. (I, of course, had shut up lucy and immediately gone to the back porch door to listen in, as one does.)

Cop McCopman asked B where he worked, to which the answer was ‘for the county’. However after a confused minute B recalled that he’d driven someone from work to the airport recently, and gotten an email the day before that the guy had lost his phone, and could B please check his car for it. B had not yet had time to do this, so all the cops enthusiastically trooped out front and joined in searching the car with him. They turned up a white iphone that had slid under the passenger seat, checked it, thanked B, and drove off triumphantly. 

I have no idea what happened after that, I never really searched the news for the conclusion of it, but that’s how I found out that my neighbor works for king county.