Who is it?

About 8:00 this morning, there was a loud knocking on my door. I had been awake for some time, so it was no big deal to see who it was. I looked through the peephole and asked who it was. “Sheriff’s Department,” was the reply. I opened the door and a Deputy Sheriff asked if someone named Andrew lived here. I told him no and he left. No explanation. No apology for bothering me. He just walked away with the “paper” he had in his hand to serve. The kids never even heard it or woke up.