Chapter One: You Can Choose Your House, But You Can't Choose Your Neighbors.

If you haven't already, be sure to read the Prologue of this story.

CHAPTER ONE

It began as any other morning for Dazee.  She lazily rolled out of bed and stretched the kinks out of her body.  She walks out of her room, with many things on her mind.  

As she opens the blinds she looks at the blanket of snow that has been covering their part of the world.  She rounds the corner into her kitchen area, and opens the Roman Blinds that cover the double door leading out to her backyard.

"What is this", she exclaims loudly.  It is a shock to her system to see footsteps in the snow.  The only footsteps that are there.  Her heart starts racing as she grabs her camera to record the evidence.

"The footprints are going from/to the neighbors house to our house", she says to herself.   All the things she has heard about The Perp enter her head.  

What do we have outside that she could have taken?  What if she is looking into the rooms of the windows that we don't close the blinds?  What if she was on my deck?  What if that was the sound I was hearing last night?

Most importantly, why would someone be stupid enough to walk on freshly fallen snow to where you can see where the tracks are leading to?

Never fear.  Dazee is on the case.  She has read enough mystery books in her lifetime to know how to gather the evidence.  

Hopefully, the Perp saw Dazee outside checking the footprints and taking the incriminating photos.  

What is going to happen next?

Prologue: You Can Choose Your House, But You Can't Choose Your Neighbors

PROLOGUE

As Dazee drove into her driveway after a long day at work, she noticed a man at the front door of her house, talking with Mr. Dazee.

After he finished his conversation, she was anxious, as any Mrs. Kravitz would be,  to find out who it was and what was going on.

He told her it was best that she sit down for the story.

While he was working in the backyard, ever so diligently, he noticed one of the cities finest, come out onto the deck of the neighbor house directly behind them.  (hereinafter to be known as "the perp")

The popo asked Mr. Dazee if he had seen any suspicious activity going on between the Perp's house and their next door neighbor, hereinafter know as "the victim".   He said he hadn't seen or heard anything, and then Mr. Popo asked if he could come talk to him if he needed to.

He continued working but soon needed to go in and refresh his drink.  Upon entering the house, the doorbell rang.  Expecting to see a man in uniform, he was surprised to just see a normal man standing at his door.

The man identified himself as the son-in-law of the victim.  He said that they had come home to find the perp, stealing food items from their house, as in caught her with the goods,  red handed.  Again Mr. Dazee was asked if he had seen or heard anything, especially if said perp had discarded anything into the scrub oak at the corner of their house.  "No", Mr. Dazee said, but assured him that if he found anything he would let them know.

Later that night, much yelling and screaming was heard from the perps house, with the police and paramedics being called.