The real story begins when we got back. We were hanging out in the office (me on the couch feeling sick, don't ride hard before warming up.) My uncle heard a noise from the front of the building.
"That does not sound right" he said or something like it and got up to go check out what was going on. In the mean time someone tried several times to start a car. A couple unsuccessful times. The engine turned over but would not start.
A man climbed out of a car directly in front of the apartment and started walking away. My uncle asked him if he needed a jump. The man did not answer and just kept walking. Immediately five police cars turned on their lights and swarmed into the intersection. The jumped out of their vehicles with guns drawn. A police dog was barking viciously.
At this point my uncle slowly backed up the side walk and came back inside. He had been behind the suspect and in the line of fire. Enough to make anyone nervous.
This all happened slightly after midnight. Needless to say we were up all hours peeking out doors and windows trying to figure out what was happening. The forensics unit even showed up to lift finger prints and tow the getaway car off.
Twice policemen came to the apartment to take statements from my uncle, a valuable witness to we are not sure what.
We may never know what really happened. It looked like a failed car theft, but how did the cops know to be there? Well that's all I have for now.
Sam's Summary
- Someone tried to steal the car in front of mine.
- It would have certainly made pulling out easier if he had succeeded.
- The cops swarmed him like he was in a movie.
- There were gun drawn.
- I stayed up half the night peeking out my window.
- I got to do flips in a padded gym for the first time in ages (thanks to my cousin who is not really my cousin)