Cindy woke with a start.
Crash, thundering footsteps up the stairs.
The bedroom door flew open, armed police surrounded her.
"Where is he, where's Jack?" they roared.
"Jack who?" she screamed.
"Jack Smart, you know who, come on where is he?" they demanded.
"Next door I imagine, in his house!"
Oops, wrong house!
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