Sunday night, I’m walking the dog, a little earlier than usual, actually. Don’t usually get out for the final walk of the night until around midnight, but the wife was scheduled for minor toe surgery the next morning, so we’d shut things down around 10:30 or so.
I literally am a half-step out the door when I see a woman walk very casually to my car parked about 50 feet away, open the door, sit down in the driver’s seat, and proceed to go through the motions of …
I don’t know. Part of me thinks she was hoping there were keys in there, but then she’d left her purse on my front porch, back where I was standing. Part of me thinks she was just looking for money or anything of value.
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