|Artist's Recreation of the Morning's|
Dramatic High-Speed Chase
Nancy read me the riot act for trying to run down an unknown perp who, after all, might've had a gun or a pointed stick or something, but at the time, you don't think clearly. So we called 911, and the cops arrived. In particular, I'd like to single out Officer Maria Gresham for tremendous professionalism, helpfulness, and courtesy. I hope none of my readers ever have to report a break-in, but if you do, you would hope to get an officer just like her. She was there almost before we hung up the phone and quickly got what scanty information I could provide. She didn't make us feel like chumps for leaving a door unlocked or a car door unlocked, and although - as I said - I wasn't able to provide much information - I didn't see a face or even get a clear idea of what he was wearing - she was very skillful at eliciting what information she could.
You're probably on tenterhooks wondering what this criminal mastermind got away with - well, not much. He took two GPSs from my car, but ended up dropping both of them. One by my doorway and one in someone's backyard as he ran down the driveway. My greatest fear, as I walked back to the house after chasing my perp, was that he'd gotten my laptop. It's not a valuable instrument, and it's so covered with crud, a disease-conscious perp would be afraid to touch it, but it has the first 24 drafts of my current novel, and I was heartsick at the thought of having to start from scratch. Luckily, as you can tell from the fact I'm writing this, he didn't get it, but he was just about to, because it was on the ottoman right where he was standing.
He did get some credit cards and my license, because like a chump, I'd left my wallet in my car, but other than that, he got nothing.
I didn't get a look at his face, but once when I was chasing him, he looked back to see if I was still there. I was. What I keep thinking about and what makes me grin, is what a weird morning the perp had. He breaks into a house and the dog barks and the homeowner catches him - that's just part of the risk of doing business for him - but what he didn't expect was some lunatic would chase him barefoot wearing nothing but a t-shirt and boxer briefs for a quarter mile down the road at 3:00 in the morning.
He'll think twice before he comes back to our house.