Jane went to make a remark about his age when there was a knock at the door. She sat up right in her seat and looked from the door to Darius as a gruff voice on the other announced that they were the police. She cocked an eyebrow and half stood up, her rear end just hovering over the cushion. "The police?" she whispered, giving the door another weary glance. What the could the police possibly want with a lone bachelor who was new to the neighborhood? Perhaps someone had seen him speeding down the road earlier and called the five-o.<br/><br/>"Do you think someone reported you earlier?" she asked in a low voice as she crept across the room towards him. Jane lingered near his side, waiting for his next move as her mind raced with possibilities. She thought back to the racist cashier and her comment about hearing some yelling coming from Mama Garcia's. She conjured up the mental video of Darius speeding by her, noting that he came barreling down the road from the same direction the family owned market sat. Her heart began to race as she tried to visualize the vehicle that whizzed by her seconds before Darius had.<br/><br/>The reporter side of her, as well as the friend side, wanted to stay with him and see what the police were inquiring about, but the small town girl in her wished she were anywhere else.