cops

The junkies broke into the downstairs apartment.

I heard banging for the past few hours and noticed that the apartment’s lights were on when I went outside with Gertrude, my Rottweiler.

I called the cops and requested to remain anonymous. The cops were already in the building when I got back inside.

I am upstairs. The Rottweiler hears the cops knock on the downstairs apartment as I unlock my door, so the Rottweiler DARTS DOWN THE STAIRS, RUNS PAST THE POLICE OFFICERS, AND RUNS INTO THE JUNKIES’ APARTMENT.

I am horrified.
So I run downstairs, Officer McDreamy is rolling his eyes like “What the fuck, where is this random Rottweiler coming from?!” and my Rottweiler has the pleasure of participating in a police raid.
I am then on the phone with my landlord when the officers shoo the dog back in the hallway. The Rottweiler is terrified because she doesn’t understand why everyone is screaming.

I then have to drag this stupid dog up the stairs while on the phone with the landlord.

At least I was out of the hallway by the time they started bringing the former-neighbors out of the apartment.

The police officer said that the former-tenants are going to be brought to detox and held there for a few days. There are only a few problems:

1. The now-homeless junkies know I called the cops on them.
2. The apartment still does not have a front window, so anyone can crawl back in.
3. The apartment’s front door is unlocked.

I think I’m screwed.