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Nov. 8th, 2006 10:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickI got to spend some time today at a crime scene.
Someone broke into TA13 and tossed the place. I got a phone call from Bunny (neighbor), who said that the air conditioner up in 13 wasn't sitting in the window right. She wanted me to take a look at it, so I did. When I got there, the door was standing two inches open, so I pushed it wider and hollered for someone. When there was no answer, I called 911 and got myself a police officer because there was no freaking way I was going to walk into an apartment that had been tossed without a police there to see me not-stealing-things. (It is practially impossible to call the police directly about a non-emergency situation like this. You have to dial fucking 911 no matter if your problem is a real emergency or not. It was urgent, but not urgent like a masked gunman waving a firearm around in a preschool or anything. I thought 911 was only for urgent but apparently 911 is for every situation in which you might want a police in a reasonable and timely fashion.)
The police showed up in a reasonable amount of time, which was nice. We walked into the apartment. The television was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, which was our first clue that the place had been tossed. The tenant is a very neat elderly man who lives alone. His place is normally immaculate so it was really easy to see what was out of place. (My house is a lot harder to read because I'm a total slob.) The police walked around and I sort of tagged after, with my hands firmly in my pockets so's to not-touch anything important.
The criminal(s) had eaten snack granola bars belonging to the tenant. There were wrappers in the kitchen sink and in the toilet. There is absolutely no way that Tenant left those wrappers there. None. He'd as soon have left the house naked as left wrappers in the sink or in the toilet.
The criminal(s) had taken his change. He saved change (the police said a lot of depression-era people do) in jars and the empty jars were sitting on the bed with their lids next to them.
The lockboxes (two) belonging to Tenant had been found. I think they were in the cupboards, hidden behind his snacky smores boxes. I think this because his snacks (wheat thins and granola bars and stuff) were untidily stuffed in the microwave and, again, there is NO WAY that he'd have left things like that. Plus, the cupboards were stark empty on three shelves and contained super-orderly (by height, damn it) cereal boxes on the other shelf.
Anyway, the whole thing was very CSI (I'm guessing -- I don't actually watch CSI). The police took my name and address and phone and social security number and named (without DNA or anything) the same suspects I'd come up with on my own..
Someone broke into TA13 and tossed the place. I got a phone call from Bunny (neighbor), who said that the air conditioner up in 13 wasn't sitting in the window right. She wanted me to take a look at it, so I did. When I got there, the door was standing two inches open, so I pushed it wider and hollered for someone. When there was no answer, I called 911 and got myself a police officer because there was no freaking way I was going to walk into an apartment that had been tossed without a police there to see me not-stealing-things. (It is practially impossible to call the police directly about a non-emergency situation like this. You have to dial fucking 911 no matter if your problem is a real emergency or not. It was urgent, but not urgent like a masked gunman waving a firearm around in a preschool or anything. I thought 911 was only for urgent but apparently 911 is for every situation in which you might want a police in a reasonable and timely fashion.)
The police showed up in a reasonable amount of time, which was nice. We walked into the apartment. The television was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, which was our first clue that the place had been tossed. The tenant is a very neat elderly man who lives alone. His place is normally immaculate so it was really easy to see what was out of place. (My house is a lot harder to read because I'm a total slob.) The police walked around and I sort of tagged after, with my hands firmly in my pockets so's to not-touch anything important.
The criminal(s) had eaten snack granola bars belonging to the tenant. There were wrappers in the kitchen sink and in the toilet. There is absolutely no way that Tenant left those wrappers there. None. He'd as soon have left the house naked as left wrappers in the sink or in the toilet.
The criminal(s) had taken his change. He saved change (the police said a lot of depression-era people do) in jars and the empty jars were sitting on the bed with their lids next to them.
The lockboxes (two) belonging to Tenant had been found. I think they were in the cupboards, hidden behind his snacky smores boxes. I think this because his snacks (wheat thins and granola bars and stuff) were untidily stuffed in the microwave and, again, there is NO WAY that he'd have left things like that. Plus, the cupboards were stark empty on three shelves and contained super-orderly (by height, damn it) cereal boxes on the other shelf.
Anyway, the whole thing was very CSI (I'm guessing -- I don't actually watch CSI). The police took my name and address and phone and social security number and named (without DNA or anything) the same suspects I'd come up with on my own..
