Near to conclusion

Yesterday I had the opportunity to spend the day with the police department, in the back woods of my city. This was amazingly cool.

It all started as I was sitting with the detectives in the station yesterday morning going over the inventory of what had been recovered... it was quite clear to me that more than half of our property was still unaccounted for. Most, if not all of it being my stuff.

The three of us, I and two detectives, rubbed our chins and peeped over the case file. Hmmm... There is definetly a fourth suspect here, and he got away with a mother-lode. They apprehended 3 guys, with 2 duffels per guy. 6 bags were found... but there are backpacks missing from my sons room... among various other items that were not on the inventory list. We need to think more on this.

So we review the case together and find:

After getting more information from the respondants that reported the call; location, time, etc. As well as info regarding the perps and the direction they took to evade our wonderful local law enforcement, it was learned that two perps actually ran back between two apartment complexes in a gully/creek area surrounded by overgrowth of trees and sticker bushes. Only then to hop a 6 foot fence with barb-wire at the top, fall down a retaining wall into another 'private condominium residence,' and appear on another side street where they were aprehended sans-property.

I would never hop a 6 foot fence with barb wire carrying a heavy duffel full of stolen property. Never.

If I were a fourth perp, knowing my buddies just got snagged... would I continue to carry said property? Making it obvious that I am with that pack? UH, NO. I'd ditch it, hide it, come back for it later. Yep.

Okay, so me and my stupid mouth say exactly that... which prompted the sarge to say "Welp, looks like we need to canvas that area then... stickerbushes and all."

To which I said, noticing that they were extrememly busy around there and terribly understaffed "Don't worry about it, I'll go over and take a peek around the area... see what I can find."

To which sarge said "At least let me send an officer with you."

To which I said (duh) "Sure thing, if you've got a free man, I'll take it!"

Officer and I went to the location. We trampled through stickerbushes, creekbeds, holly bushes and a lot of fucking trees. We canvased a 2 mile area (squared), walking through residential yards, talking to the people in the area... etc. I felt kinda, well, like a cop... since I had one of those really cool police walkie-talkie things and a temporary citizens badge to make my residential and property intrusions legal. Empowering, very.

I had given up hope for finding anything, as I lit a cig and kicked the gonahorea pamphlet that littered the ground in a small alcove near the college. I inhaled deep and looked to god, allah, buddha, whatever to throw me a bone... It was then i looked to my right and noticed something stuck in a huge, scary, holly bush. I look closer... it's a backpack...

It's not mine... but Im pulling it out anyway. "Officer" I call over on my 'neat' walkie talkie, "I found something... can you come open it?"

I had been instructed not to open any bags or items if found (of course), so as not to ruin any evidence. Officer comes over and says "Well Hell! You'd make a good cop! I prolly woulda never seen that..." I stand near as he unzips the backpack, and finds more of our shit inside. "Ever thought of a career in law enforcement?" he laughs... so far you're batting a thousand!"

I think on that, we pull out the stuff and inventory it. Call the detective back at the station. Yep. Detective is pleased that it was not our backpack that the stuff was found in, and decides that yes... I need a law enforcement career. *hmmmm*

Nothing of mine was found in the backpack, except for some minimal jewelry (nothing of value). Mostly just my sons stuff, and some evidence that our video camera had been stolen... guess I didn't notice that was missing....

Today I get to see the fuckers face to face in a court of law. I'm excited.. and riveted... and...well. Looking forward to some closure for sure, so I can get back to my sexual self... and focus more on the impending Halloween party. Yes Yes, it's on Friday. Excited am I? Yes.

But not as excited as giving those juvenile fucks a big fuck you when the gavel drops... don't you just LOVE victim statement? hell ya, I do.

*tear* *Sniffle* They took everything we had your honor, my son is devistated... got a tissue?