They caught the guy who robbed me.
Caught is probably too strong a word. He heard there was a warrant out for him so he went and turned himself in. He came in with a lawyer and claimed he wasn’t there and that the crime was committed by his evil twin brother . . . I’m not making that up.
His alibi almost made me feel sorry for him.
The cop who came to tell me this seemed awfully expansive for 2 AM so I let him talk. I asked how the guy even knew there was a warrant out for him. It seemed like an odd knowledge to possess. Crime is such a labyrinth but I couldn’t figure out how you could know there was a warrant out on you since that usually isn’t in the newspaper or such. It seemed like it would have to be a guilty conscious.
Nothing like that. It seems the security guard who works with me has a deep police fantasy and he went to the internet and got his picture and then posted it around to the different places his company works. Kind of seems unfair and sort of illegal and invasive. Anyway the robber’s aunt saw the flyer and told the robber about it. Which makes it seem that the cops did even less than I originally imagined.
They’re holding the robber for $300,000 bail, which means, I think, that you have to come up with a bondsman and $30,000! It seems high. The cop said the judge set it high because the guy did 8 years for a previous armed robbery with a shooting and because the charge of an ex-felon possessing a firearm was more serious than the robbery! There’s also the feeling that since he’s been busted twice for armed robbery he has probably done several they can’t pin on him.
The cop went on about how “these guys” can’t be trusted and ex-felons never changed. He was deep into his list of nasty derogatory comments with the security guard in obnoxious idol worshipping agreement when I finally had to interrupt.
I said, “I disagree with that. People can change. If they can’t then what’s the sense . . . “
The cop said, “Some can change, but not many, not enough.” Before he could get involved in explaining and before I ended up in an argument about responsibility and fair mindedness and cop ineptness I had enough sense to disengage and get back to work.
I’ve never liked cops.
They turn into the things they hate.