It was the California take on the shotgun shack: a squat, adobe-style bungalo partitioned from the sidewalk by a ratty fence and a cement lawn.
The door opened before he had knocked three times, which meant Mr. Julius had been right there waiting for it.
“What can I do for you, officer?” he asked, smiling wide.
“Are you Hanover Julius? The owner of this property?” Officer Jefferson asked.
Mr. Julius nodded.
“A woman placed a 9-1-1 call from this address.”
Hanover Julius held the door open with one hand, barring Jefferson’s view. His smile withered. His eyes lowered to Officer Jefferson’s shoes.
“Do you have a wife, Mr. Julius?”
Mr. Julius did not answer.
“Are there any women living here, Mr. Julius?”
“Ain’t nobody here but me.”
“Do you mind if I take a look around?”
“There is no emergency here, Officer.”
“I am obliged to search the premises, sir.”
“Look, this just ain’t none of your business.”
“You are legally obliged to let us onto the premises, Mr. Julius.”
Mr. Julius did not let go of the door. His other hand was behind his back. Officer Jefferson’s hand strayed to the plastic, rubber-gripped handle of his taser, holstered to his belt. He reminded himself how rarely his instincts failed him.
“Officer, just leave me be. Leave us be. This is my house. I’m not gonna say please.”
“Open the door, Mr. Julius.”
“You are refusing the orders of a peace officer.”
“You hurt your wife, didn’t you?”
“It ain’t your damn business.”
Officer Jefferson clicked on the mic attached to his collar, and radioed for backup. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hanover Julius make a sudden movement. He might have been closing the door, or swinging the hand behind his back forward.
Officer Jefferson raised his taser and pulled the trigger. Hanover Julius reeled back into the house and fell to the floor, taking a coatrack loaded with hats and coats along with him.
Officer Jefferson stopped in the doorway. He found himself confused, at the ringing in his ears and the smell of gunpowder in the air. He began to wonder whether he had seen all of this before, or, alternatively, whether he had seen it coming.