That little boy that lives in the house across from mine asked me about Mrs. Shears' late dog again, a nice lady who lives on the same street as me. He is a very strange boy, there isn't any dout that he has some sort of mental illness. I know that he goes to a special school for children with those sorts of issues. Just the way he talks too and some of the questions he asks are very........ they are not something you would expect from someone his age. He seems to have a mild obsession with that dog. He had told me that his next-door neighbors dog had been found dead on its owners front lawn and that it had been murdered. This of course I already knew about, the poor dog it was such a shame. And of course I didn't know any of this before hand because I was being nosey or anything, it's just that word gets around. And when the police show up at my street in the middle of the night I have every right to be concerned.