This morning I was startled awake when my husband asked me
where I’d parked the car. I told him in
the driveway, and he said it’s not there.
Our driveway is steep, and if the transmission were to fail,
it would roll down to our neighbor’s back yard, so hubby went walking down
there to see if that had happened. On
his way, he saw a car 5 doors down the street with its reverse lights on, but
faint and not moving. Turns out, that
was our missing car.
The car was in reverse, but the engine dead. There was not enough juice in the battery to
start the engine, but the lights were on and dim. The driver’s side door was open, as was the
glove box and the center console. Though
it was in reverse, the car was pulled up so that the front tires were against
the curb, but they were not turned. The
passenger side door had been opened and not closed properly. The weird part was, the GPS was left on the
dash, my cards were still under the mess on the floor, and there was a ring of
decent value I’d left on the passenger seat.
All of this was still there. I
even begun to think it was a prank by God only knows who. All I knew was I was FURIOUS.
Just before the local PD arrived, I also remembered that
last night our dog had been giving a low growl.
Not the kind that is freaking out like he does for wild life, but a
warning growl that he gives when sometimes someone’s out in the street, which
at 10 at night, around here the kids are sometimes out at the basketball court,
so we didn’t really think much of it.
With a new battery in the car, and where the battery level was when we
found it, the timeline now makes sense,
I kept trying to figure out why our car seemed to be the only
one hit, and why they’d leave it where they did.
When PD did arrive, the guy was already tired, and explained
it was going to be a long morning. We
were the second stolen car he was working on this morning, and he said he
expects more. I asked why that was, and
he tells me:
Overnight a guy ran from PD.
They caught him on R Ave, across town from me. When they found him, they found he had a backpack
full of prescription medications with addresses from various points around town,
including several from a block away from us.
After PD left, I was walking back to the house to feed the kids,
who were waking up, as Hubbster was trying to get the car to start, when I realized
that there is another car, left in place, but rifled through three doors down
from me. That same house has another car
on the street with the keys sitting out on the seat that was left untouched. It
would appear the rest of our things were left behind because he was looking for
medications, and that he was just hitting every few cars as he went along, got
to the end, and found ours an easy get away.
NO idea why he left it, except maybe either he saw the car seats and
grew a conscience, or, with the passenger door being oddly opened, he may have
not been alone, but realized that with my mess, there was no place for his
buddy, and left it at that point.
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