My Interesting Wake-up Call

I live on a corner of a high-rise building, and my next door neighbors have a door on one side of the corner of the hall and mine is on the other - which is to say our doors are very close. Living next door we have an odd couple - a grandfather and granddaughter - the grandfather is very chatty but always wears the exact same clothes - all the time, for weeks I have noticed no change, and we both have dogs, so I see him rather often, so that is oddity number one. Oddity number two is that the granddaughter is about my age, but looks, not to put too fine a point on it, like a low rent working girl - perhaps an exotic dancer - she is too skanky for Penthouse (and Playboy is completely out of the question) her look consists pretty much entirely of 'I will do everything possible to focus all attention on the investment I make in these two hunks of silicon embedded in my chest' - the weak-no-muscle-skinny rest of the body, the fake tan, the fake blonde and the totally inappropriate clothing - the most we can expect on any given day is that her ass and boobs are mostly covered.

Anyway, 5 a.m. yesterday, I barely register repeated knocks - not on my door, but the door next door. Then I groggily notice a dispute - *then* I hear a female voice saying "I know my rights - you can't come in." - well, it gets louder and louder from there, and it just keeps going on and on, to the point where I get up to look out the peephole to see if this is a situation where I need to call down to the front desk and have them send someone to break it up.It is not - it is four , count 'em, four of Chicago's finest, complete down to bullet proof vests, saying such matter of things to the woman next door as 'Lets not do this in the hall' and 'We just want to check on him and see that he is alright' as she protests saying something about her grandfather.Well, I go back to bed, and, at some point she clearly lets them in, and I start dosing off when, lo, I hear the clear sounds of the woman being dragged off against her will, screaming to her grandfather to 'call Mike! Call *my* Mike!'And then blessed silence. An interesting event, no?

I haven't seen either of them since, but the dogs are still (rather clearly) in the apartment, so one or both of them are there.

Ah - bright lights, big city.