I used to do a last walk-round before going to bed. Stuck me nose in the (integral) garage, and happened to hear my BMW's suspension creak on the drive outside. A very small noise, but one I knew well.
I opened the car door to find a scrote in there with my radio in his hands. How the hell he got a factory fitted unit out with a nailfille I don't know, but there it was.
I was going to take it easy, but he ran, and my blood was up. He went across my lawn and over the fence in one go. I hollered at wife to call the cops and went after him. I was more than twice his age, but was gaining for a time, telling him I was going to break his legs when I caught him.
He got away.
The cops knew who he was right away. They went to his house and he said he hadn't been out. They pulled his shoes out of the cupboard and they were wet and grassy.
A team of 4 cops fingerprinted my car and took statements. They wanted this man back in jail.
I later got a letter to say it wasn't in the public interest to prosecute. So what the hell is in the public interest?
He'd tied up local police for HUNDREDS OF MAN-HOURS - he was very good at hiding in the nooks and crannies of old rooftops - until finally, after avoiding cops 1 and 2 as they handed over to 3 and 4, he ran into the arms of numbers 5 and 6 who had been put on in a determined effort to get him. He was carrying a load of fur coats.
He now has upped the anti on his crimes, and I gather is a man to be feared. Well, not surprising, since he must feel he has become above the law.