Busy Neighborhood
So I'm getting ready for volleyball tonight when I catch a faint glimpse of blue lights out the window. I walk to the window and the police have both ends of the road blocked off. I go looking for kneepads, but they aren't anywhere in the apartment, so I go out to check the car. There are four cops at the end of my driveway. "How's it going?" I ask. They ask me if there's any reason why someone would go into my backyard. "Other than to break into my apartment, like they did Friday night? None that I can think of," I answer. "By the way, feel free to go back there if you need to."
I start rooting around in my car, and another officer asks if I can go inside for a few minutes. Because they have the K9 unit and any additional smells might confuse him. So I go back inside and the dog works a path around one side of my house all the way to the other, and then he and the cop disappear. I wait about ten minutes, and then it's time to go, so I head outside. "Did you get him?" I ask. "Oh yeah," says the cop, "He was hiding underneath a car." I let out a long "Niiiiiiiiice," and then mention that if he's the dude who took my stuff (unlikely) I want it back. It was a different cop, so I don't think he had any idea what I was talking about.
I have to go to the police station to get a copy of the police report for Visa theft insurance, at which time I'll ask if what happened with the dude. I seriously doubt he's stupid enough to come back again, but then again, people call 9-1-1 when McDonald's runs out of nuggets, so who knows.