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( noraverlac ) Word travels fast when new people move in, and it wasn’t long before she heard words of a police officer new to town. Now, if there was two things that Imogen was good at dealing with was one, police officers, and two, females. She put on her best McQueen dress, a pair of his pumps as well, and decided to bring her a house warming gift basket for moving in. She personally built it herself with the finest bathing brands - the highest quality bathrobes and the whole shebang. Anything to make a good impression, right? That was the first thing she learned on her own, how to appear likeable - at least, not arrestable.

Parking her car in front of the woman’s house, she was careful to get out as of to not walk over grass and get her shoes dirty. Although she never cared about dirt or even blood when she was assassinating, when she was posing as a business owner and ‘widow,’ she preferred to remain immaculate. Pulling her shades up and using them to hold her hair back, she rang the door bell, gift basket in hand. She put on her best smile, eagerly waiting to make the best first impression in the world. Remember - likeable, not arrestable.

8 Wisteria Lane, that was his new house, which now seemed the right to get. At first, when he had arrived in Chatswin, his plans were clear and straight: finish what they had started in the past (in other words, get separated for reals with the divorce), even being against it, and go away from her life forever. Things had obviously changed after a few factors, which could be easily described in “he still had strong feelings for his wife and seeing her had made them come up to the surface”. Especially when he had seen her around that same neighborhood with the daughter and the other man.

Now moving a few more boxes on the house’s porch—he had brought pretty much everything he had at that point, decorating the house exactly as it was the one he got himself in New Jersey during the last two years—Patrick hears the other house’s door opening. Quickly as ever, with a smirk showing on his face as it would always do when seeing her, his eyes meet hers—his hand then going up in a greeting. “Hello neighbor!” Had he just moved into the next door of his soon to be ex-wife? Obviously.