34. Number 9

The doorbell rings and I buzz whoever in automatically. It’s almost always deliveries. So I’m confused when two cops walk up the stairs. Can I help you, I ask. They ask how I’m doing. I say fine, I just got home. They mention a name I don’t recognize. I say I don’t know it. They ask, and in hindsight this is weird given I just said I didn’t recognize the name, if that named person lives in the apartment opposite. I say no, since I know that other person’s name.

I then ask them what address they’re looking for, with a suspicion I know the answer. Sure enough, they won’t the place on the corner. Delivery drivers, usually for food, get it wrong a lot. That the police can’t find it either is a bit worrying.

A few hours later the doorbell rings again. Buzz. Cops again. You looking for 9? Yes, they say. It’s on the corner. Worrying continues.