Fuck! How could this happen? He could have sworn he had been quiet enough for the cops to not get called especially with how late it was. Whatever, he was already done killing the man anyways so all that mattered was getting the hell out of there. He was tense as he carefully made his way to a nearby house.. Of course he checked before breaking in to see if anyone was there, he wasn't dumb.. But he needed a place to hide in until he knew the coast would clear so that's what he did.

Scouting from the window in the living room, Jeff watched as police officers and paramedics rushed into the house of the man he had just killed with slight amusement but also disinterest. He was more worried about getting caught, so he kept the lights off and made no noise.. And it took some time, nonetheless. And well, it bored him watching detectives, police officers and whoever else move in and out of the building.. But what caught him off guard was the sudden noise of keys outside the front door, the sound of the locks, unlocking. He tensed, his gaze locked into the front door and the knife in his hand ready to strike if need be.