Victor walks Crip home, and heads to his place. He was an odd guy. Guess that's why his nickname is oddball.

Crip heads up the stairs, only to hear a door open.
A neighbor? But it's not Randy.

Oh! That's right. They were supposed to be getting a new neighbor. Should he introduce himself?

Crip: "Hello, you must be-"
He stops dead sentence as he recognizes the face.

Crip: "Y-"

Jameson: "I remember you.."

Shit! It's that cop that let his dog attack him.

Jameson: "Well I suppose we're neighbors now."

Crip can't help but blink in shock. Say something, don't just stand there!

Crip: "H-hello...Officer Jameson right?"

Jameson: "How'd you-?"

He pauses.
Jameson: "Ah, I guess Helk told you my name. And yours?"

Crip: "Everett..Wilson."

Jameson: "Right, so..let me get this out of the way. I don't trust you. However, I realize I did jump the gun when I perused you...so for that I apologize."

Crip: "Oh..no, it's alright."

Jameson: "My dog mauled your arm..."

Crip: "Oh yeah-"
He laughs a bit nervously.
Crip: "It's fine really..if I was a cop I probably would've done the same thing."

Jameson makes a 'hm' sound, as if to accept Crips claim.

Jameson: "Well, it was nice meeting you, again."

Crip: "Y-Yeah, you too." Crip quickly unlocks his door and gets inside.

Oh shit.
A cop is living next door.
Not just any cop either, it just so happens to be the one that suspects him.
Woah woah...calm down. This doesn't mean anything. Maybe the guy got demoted? Maybe he's having a hard time with money and had to get a cheap apartment. Yeah, that's it.

Crip: "Ugh...why me?" He asks in a sad voice, almost wanting to cry.

It certainly seemed like trouble liked to follow him wherever he went.