Happy
Halloween, everyone!
It may or
may not be appropriately scary enough, or maybe it is. I'm going to describe something that happened
last week.
Our
doorbell rang at 2 AM. I wasn't very
sound asleep since our dog Cari had gotten me up a while earlier to go outside--possibly
because she'd been awakened by some noise, as it turned out. Still, who would ring the doorbell at that
hour?
Turned out
to be two cops. There had been a
break-in on our street, not the house across from us that always had issues
when it was rented out to difficult tenants, but one next door to it. The neighbors who live there had let the cops
know that we have security cameras--which my husband installed thanks to the
former awful renters across the street.
Of course
we invited the cops in and my husband showed them our security footage. Sure enough, there were a couple of young
guys, one on a bicycle and another on a skateboard. Our cameras didn't show their attempted
break-in, but at least one of them got close enough that the logo on his hoodie
was identifiable.
The cops
took pictures of our footage. Others had
already apprehended the bad guys around the corner, but I figured what they'd
gotten here could help identify them if they were prosecuted for what they'd
done.
And what
did I tell the cops as they left? That I
write mysteries and I might use this in a story!
Cut to the
next day. We received a phone call that
another cop was coming to record what was on our security cameras. We'd been told that might happen. He was a nice guy, too, in plain clothes, and
even gave us a short lesson in saving our security pictures. Plus, he told us the name for that kind of
break-in -- "hot prowl." I
already have a story idea using that...
I do like
our cops around here--but wish we didn't need to see them in this way.
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