No new developments. I have an officer and a case file, and my officer has an entertaining outgoing voicemail message. My officer also appears to never be at the station. It is possible, given that he is quite new, that he’s stuck on the night shifts and that’s why he’s hard to get ahold of. I don’t really expect anything to come of this. Anything that was stolen that I actually care about is in a garbage can somewhere–everything else has been resold. Probably someone, somewhere, right now, is listening to my G. Love & the Special Sauce.
A kind friend made me a cool piece of calligraphy to stick in the gaping hole in my dashboard. Fury still bubbles.