After he’d gotten the Reese family home the talk had been a rather straightforward one. Basically it had amounted to stay out of trouble. The younger kids needed to be in school and everyone else needed to stay away from controlled substances and scenes in public. This had been compounded by the fact that he lived next door. Largely to his own horror. Still it meant that he could keep a close eye on them. The whole conversation had been wrapped up with Jerry telling them that if they did do anything particularly stupid they were to call him. If he found out any other way or ended up showing up on his own they were going to have problems.

With that whole situation settled Jerry had returned home in a hurry. The Reese family was going to be interesting to live next to. 

Jerry sat in the front room of the empty house. A card table was set up in front of the blonde cop. His hazel eyes were fixed on the house next to him, the front window provided a perfect view of the street and the surrounding houses. The house had been chosen for its tactical benefits as well as its appeal. A pity he hadn’t had time to do more research on the neighborhood, then again the Reese family was almost good to have around in a way. They were at the center of attention here in Millington. Which meant that it was easy to keep an eye on the pulse of the town by being close to the Reese family. 

Opening CME on his computer he sorted by type of death and scrolled down until he found the Coroner report for the Reese family. Tabbing Acurant in the background he entered the phone number Nana had given him and her name and let the laptop run the acurant dialogue in the background before he brought the Coroner report to the front again. Hitting the slow scroll on his page down he began slowly clearing the custom AR-15 he had laid out on the card table in front of him. His fingers found the pieces easily and by touch he began assembling it as he read the report. It was pretty straightforward really; mom and dad were dead the kids were left behind. 

Jeremiah leaned back as he began fitting the larger parts of the AR together. With a few more deft motions it was assembled and he slapped the clip into the receiver. With a swift jerk he chambered one of the rounds. Taking out the clip he ejected the remaining rounds one by one. [i]One. Two. Three. Four. Five.[/i] With a smooth jerk he caught the sixth round as he wrenched back on the receiver. [i]Six.[/i] Setting it on the table he pulled up the info for Nana. It was just a DMV report; there wasn’t really a good reason to run her for a criminal record so DMV would have to do for now. Pursing his lips he read. Nana Darling, age 21, home address, the usual stuff. Jeremiah wrinkled his nose and looked up as a moving van pulled up in his front drive. Carefully reloading the AR he zipped it back up in its case and took it to his room before opening the front door.

The movers had made it early which was a god send. Opening the front door and then the garage he started helping them move boxes in after carefully locking and closing his laptop. If he got everything put away by the evening it might be worth calling Nana and then dropping in on the Reese family again to invite them over in the next day or two for a BBQ. The other off duty deputies that day had already been invited now it was a matter of making a few friends between now and then. 

Jerry looked down at his phone. Tempted to hit the new contact in the phone with Nana’s name on it to invite her now but the boxes needed somewhere to go and such a quick call might come off as unappealing. With a sigh he slid the phone back into his pocket and went about the business of turning the house into a home as he unpacked and put his various possessions away while the movers put his bed back together. 

All and all the day had been a success; he’d found people that, while they had been odd, were at the least relatable in some fashion. They belonged here and Jeremiah was starting to get the feeling that he could belong here too.