when the doorbell rings at three in the morning it is never to bring good news.
This is something that young Quincy Jones did not know but would soon discover.
Quincy was awakened by the first chime but he did not open his eyes until he heard the knocking. It was a great pounding sound like someone beating a large bass drum. Suddenly the door across the hall from his bedroom creaked open.
“I’m coming! Hold on to your horses. I’m coming!” The voice belonged to Ms. Mumlin, the Jones family beloved housekeeper.
She was a short portly woman, with small beady eyes and a face that always seemed bothered. Yet if you were to ask anyone who knew her they would only describe her in a kind manner.
The housekeeper stumbled sleepily to the stairs, yawning and wondering just who could be arriving at such a late hour? The Jones's had gone away on business and were not set to return until tomorrow afternoon. Surely they would have let her know if they were arriving this early. Still onward she stumbled towards the door, tired yet curious nonetheless.
Quincy heard the sound of the front door being unlocked... and then came the voices. If he was guessing correctly it seemed to be three.
Ms. Mumlin and two others that he didn’t recognize.
They were faint and Quincy could barely make out what was being said.
Still, even as a eleven year old boy, he somehow knew something was very wrong.