An Inconvenience (by Jimi Fallows)
'We were wondering, sir, if you would mind helping us with our enquiries?'
Not words anyone looks forward to hearing after opening one's door to find two policemen standing looking very pleased with themselves; words doubly unwelcome with a freshly deceased corpse in one's living-room.
'It's well past midnight, officer,' I said wearily. 'Couldn't this wait until the morning?'
'I'm afraid not, sir. I do beg your pardon for the inconvenience - believe me, we're not here for the overtime,' with which he paused so that he and his thuggish double could share a formal snort of amusement. I surveyed them with the righteous degree of annoyance I found easy to summon. 'I'll get my coat.'
'Oh no, sir, no need to accompany us to the station - ha ha . If we can just step inside?'
I paused and thought about this. 'Very well.' They barged past me into the house and the talkative officer reached for the living-room door. 'Not there, please. I'd rather you didn't disturb my wife. Come through to the kitchen.'
He stood in the bright light of the hall quite motionless for a moment: hand resting on the door handle, paused in thought. His companion continued to regard me with a steely, unpleasant gaze.
'Of course, sir, it's your house. Lead the way.' He flattened himself against the door to let me pass. 'There was a break-in at number 11, maybe an hour ago. Did you hear anything?'
'I'm afraid I was otherwise engaged.'
[The second short short story series is announced and explained here.]