Amazing neighbors, amazing police department.
Sunday morning we were rushing around trying to get to Church on time (as usual). I put Nate into the car and noticed all the stuff from our glove box emptied out on the front seats. When I went back in the house to get Cam, I asked Mic why she left everything in the open for people to see. When she said she hadn't, we both had the same thought go through our minds. Was anything missing? Was the GPS still in the console?
When I headed out with Cam to buckle him in, I took a look, and sure enough – no GPS. Crap. Oh well – that sucks.
As it turned out, we had left the doors unlocked. We got home early Saturday afternoon, and thinking we would be heading back out, we didn't lock the doors. We ended up staying in, and so, never gave it another thought.
We headed into Church counting our blessings that at least nothing was damaged. I decided to file a police report just to make fencing it that much harder. I doubted I would ever hear anything about it, let alone see it again. When I headed into the station to make a report, I was told that the officer I should speak to would be back on duty at 7pm Sunday evening and I should call him to file the report.
Sunday afternoon, after a bit of running around, we came home and ran into our neighbors. Rick told me what happened – he saw the guy in our car and called the cops. Rick then followed the guy until the officers showed up. Awesome.
At 7, I headed into the station to make the report after the officer called to say he had our property and to come in to claim it. The GPS wasn't out of the car for 24 hours! Amazing.
So, thank you Rick, and thank you DRPD.