I feel like shit

I don't know the facts but I had to do something. After a really good day at work I came home ready to brave the 86 degree heat and winds on a bike. As I'm sitting in the upstairs, um, office, I can hear the neighbors behind my house having a domestic dispute. With just open windows, at 150 feet, and with a stiff crosswind I could hear a >300lb man raging verbally against his wife. So I called 911. Better safe than sorry. In the time it took me to get my kit on and air up the rear tire on the Rig there were 3 MPD squads in the street. I roll off toward the RR tracks for a rough work-out and the Thin Blue Line has things under control. After a brief stop at TBS East Sieeeeeeeda to check the slow leak on the rear tire I head down the RR line easterly. Suffice it to say I had a good ride. Upon my return 3 hours later the neighbors are in chaos. I suspect the husband was arrested as his wife and childeren are being attended to by a few of the wife's family. Currently a 2yr old is hysterically refusing to enter a car. The other neighbors seem to feel the right thing was done but it doesn't make me feel better.