The Cops!

Ten minutes after my last post, the police finally arrive. Renne escorts the officer through the office, starting with the broken window. Jule and I lurk in the background because we're nosey. At the front door, the officer says, "I can't pull any prints off of this. Too many people have used it. You should have called earlier."

I thought Jule's head was going to explode. She whispers to me, "We called at 9! It's not our fault it took them two hours to get here."

Granted, in Philadelphia, the cops respond to a lot of horrible calls. No one was bleeding here so we were on the bottom of the list. We're lucky the cop fit us in before lunch.

Right now she's dusting my desk, monitor, and CPU tower. Since the doors are no good, the best chance of getting prints is off the computer the theif was planning on taking but didn't, for some reason. I wouldn't have minded (so much) if my crappy computer was gone but Jule keeps complaining about her stereo. Now she's trying to coach me into saying it was a new stereo, for insurance fraud, I guess.