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Knock Knock. "Ms. West?"

I jerk awake at the sound of fists pounding on my door. Sunday morning is always quiet as expected. Aziel is snoring beside me, clutching onto my pillow under his head and left arm gripping my waist to his side. His leg is poking out and hanging off the bed.

"Ms. West are you home? This is the police," the deep voice--only a few yards away-- boomed