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Linda was awake. Once again she just couldn't sleep. In typical Linda fashion she made the most of her extra night time hours, she was cleaning. Her chore of choice this early Thursday morning was dusting. It took a little longer with all of the Christmas decorations on many surfaces.
She was the first to notice there was something amiss in the normally quiet neighborhood. Right before four she saw lights come on across the street. The young father living there ran out in the rainy weather and started the car. Then he came out carrying his toddler and some bags and returned to the house. Moments later he ran back out and took the crying child back in.
Linda did not have long to analyze what she'd seen, for within minutes the dark street erupted in flashing lights and vehicles. First, policemen. Next, paramedics in a first response vehicle. Then, a couple in a jeep who Linda recognized as relatives. Finally, the wail of sirens was heard and an ambulance arrived.
Her curiosity couldn't be contained. She threw on a jacket and crossed the street. She approached the officers near the porch. Despite her manners and benign questions, she was only told "I'm sorry ma'am. We can't say."
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