The point of view I chose is omniscient
The officers hated early morning shifts, it was four o’clock – still dark as midnight. They came knocking at the street door because of a shriek that had been heard by a neighbor during the night. A man opened the door and explained the shriek was from his own dream and that the owner was absent in the country. He took the officers all over the house, showed them the owners treasures, secure, undisturbed. The man brought chairs into the owner’s room for the officers to sit down. The officers were satisfied, asking the man questions in which he answered cheerfully. They were still sitting when suddenly the man confessed. He confessed to have done the deed and told the officers to tear up the planks.