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"Nothing like a peeping Tom to start the day," Tim says, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.
"Why don't they just watch porn?" Mirana asks and Tim shrugs.
"Beats me,"
"Potential acosador?" Mirana suggests.
"Maybe or just your average loner creep who gets his rocks off by spying on women," Tim says as he parks the car.
"The world is so horrifying," Mirana sighs as she knocks on the front door. "Police!"
The door swings open to reveal a well-dressed man who has annoyance written across his face.
"You're too late," He snaps. "It's gone"
"It's?" Mirana asks with a frown, glancing at Tim.
"We got a call about a Peeping Tom?" Tim asks and the man gestures for them to enter the house.
"The interior decor is foul," Mirana whispers to Tim who shushes her.
"Wendy loves to tan in the morning," The man says as they walk towards the back garden. "Last few days, this drone has shown up hovering overhead, spying on her"
"Well, we can put out an alert, but drones can be tricky to track down," Tim says.
"It's bad enough guys are constantly hitting on her whenever we go out,"
"I know the feeling," Tim mutters and Mirana rolls her eyes playfully as the man continues talking.
"Now she's not even safe in her own home? You guys don't believe me? There's like a gravitational pull Wendy has no control over,"
Mirana watches as Wendy walks over to where they're standing, a saccharine sweet smile on her face.
"Honey?" Wendy asks.
"They say they can't do anything about the drone," The man says and Wendy smiles at Tim who avoids her glance.
"I'm sure that's not true. The next time I tan... you can come watch," Wendy flirts with Tim.
"Ma'am -" Tim clears his throat uncomfortably, glancing at Mirana who shrugs, an amused smile dancing on her lips.
"Are you hitting on my wife?" The man angrily asks Tim.
"What? No!" Tim shakes his head.
"Get the hell out of my house!" The man shouts.
"Sir --" Tim tries to placate the man.
"Now!" The man shouts.
"Sir, we're just here to help with the drone situation," Mirana attempts to explain, but the man is having none of it.
"I don't need your help! You're hitting on my wife in my own home!" he accuses, his face turning red with anger.
"Seriously, it's not like that," Tim protests, trying to defuse the situation.
But the man is having none of it. "Out! Both of you!"
Mirana and Tim leave the house at the man's request. Once they get outside, Mirana begins to giggle which causes to Tim to look at her as she gets into the car.
"This is amusing to you?" Tim asks and Mirana nods.
"Very," Mirana splutters through her laughter.
"So you don't think I was hitting on her?" Tim asks as he starts the car.
"Were you?"
"No!"
"So why would I think you were?" Mirana asks. "It's not my fault that guy is dating a woman way out of his league so he's super insecure in their relationship. She was definitely feeling you though"
"Unfortunately for her, I have a beautiful pregnant girlfriend who I love very much," Tim grins at her.
"Are you scared of pissing me off later and I accuse you of flirting?"
"A bit," Tim admits.
"Don't worry, I know you only have eyes for me," Mirana says.
Tim smiles at Mirana. "Absolutely, you're the only one I see. No room for anyone else."
Mirana smirks, "Good answer, Officer Bradford. Keep it that way, and we won't have any problems."
Mirana's phone rings and it reveals Lucy's caller ID. She puts the phone on speaker.
"How can I help you, Luce?"
"I need you to go to the apartment. Lawrence and I are stuck on a call but I need someone to check on Kojo"
"Yeah, we're on it," Mirana says. "Alright, see you later"
"Thank you,"
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Mirana unlocks the door and pushes it open. She freezes and her jaw drops in shock at the state of the apartment. Everything has been torn to shreds, tatters of clothing are scattered across the room and pillow stuffing is everywhere.
"Oh my unholy Jesus," Mirana says as Kojo jumps up her, pawing at her clothes. "No, Kojo, get down! Kojo, enough!"
"Sit!" Tim snaps and Kojo sits straight away.
"How did you do that?" Mirana asks and Tim just looks at her.
"Come on,"
"It's like a tornado swept through the apartment," Mirana says, looking at Kojo who's wagging his tail happily. "He's a demon in disguise"
"Chen just has no authority," Tim says. "She looks at the dog and sees a fluffy friend. He doesn't respect her"
"What so he needs an alpha male?" Mirana asks mockingly.
"Yeah, pretty much," Tim nods.
Mirana walks into Jackson's bedroom and her jaw drops when she spots Jackson's tattered varsity jacket.
"Lucy's in deep shit," Mirana says, examining the jacket.
"That's... not good," Tim says. "I can't believe one dog did this"
"He's got pillow fluff in his teeth," Mirana says. "Lucy's trauma purchase of a dog is biting her in the ass right now"
Kojo barks happily, wagging his tail as he prances around in his chaos. Mirana shakes her head as Kojo sits by her feet, looking up at her with big eyes.
"You've made a big mess," Mirana says to Kojo who barks.
"I sent pictures of the apartment to Chen," Tim says.
"Lucy's going to have a meltdown when she sees what Kojo's done," Mirana says, resting her hand on the top of the dog's head.
"Should I send the pictures to West?"
"No," Mirana shakes her head as she drags out the 'o'. "This is something Lucy needs to tell Jackson"
"I sent some laughing emojis with the picture,"
"You're evil," Mirana shakes her head at Tim who grins.
