Friday, January 19, 2007

EXCITEMENT AT OUR HOUSE


I had just put the TV off at 12:45am. Yes, it was late. I'd stayed up to see an interview with Steve Irwin's wife and daughter (the Crocodile Hunter).I could hear police sirens coming for a while, which is unusual at this time of night because the police don't usually use sirens in a residential area at this hour. But then they got louder and then stopped, so I knew they were nearby. I got up to look out of the living room window (I was in the den), when I heard loud yelling: "Stop! Get down on the ground! Get down on the ground!", just like on COPS. They were in our circle.
I grabbed a telephone, went round and checked all doors and windows and put all outside lights on. We have quite a few. When I looked out of the window again there were 6 (later 8) police cars in the street, having blocked off a pick-up that was now stopped, cutting off the circle, his front end towards my driveway. By the time I could see what was happening from upstairs, they had a guy by the arms and hustled him into a police car. There were now about 15 policemen milling around.
They ended up taking photos of the truck from every angle inside and out,and checked the contents of a jacket that had been inside the truck. They must have found something. It looked like little packets of drugs that they counted out on the hood of the police car and into an evidence bag. Then another police car pulled slowly up into the circle, past all the others and they took all kinds of pictures of that. Looks like he was either rammed or had rammed the suspect. Then came the tow truck. They were out there until about 2:30am

Figured I'm wasn't going to sleep much now. Needed some time to calm down. So I decided to read, but not the detective thriller I had been reading earlier!

How come all these weird things happen when my husband is away!





4 comments:

Martyn and Sandy said...

WOW! I think I would have turned the lights OFF! Was there anything in the paper the next day?

ChrisJ said...

Yes it was in the paper the next day. It was as I thought, drugs and drunkenness. Apparently he had rammed a police car, and then took off for the chase.
Lights ON is better. The bad guys don't go where they can be seen and the police can see them if they're trying to hide.

kathy said...

Since we moved to our new house we've always prided ourselves on our lovely, quiet, crime-free neighbourhood. Imagine my surprise when I drove home from work one evening to find our street covered with TV News trucks and reporters everywhere. There were so many of them it was hard to figure out which house was the object of their attention, but it was VERY close to ours! Of course, my neighbour was out on the street as well -- nothing escapes her attention! So she had all the scoop. The man living just three doors down from us, a fire-man, had just been arrested for having a marijuana grow-house in his attic, possession of child pornography and weapons. He also had a camera perched on the corner of his house at the back, overlooking his neighbours pool - they have three small children. Ugh! You just never know what's going on behind closed doors. We sort of look at our nieghbourhood a little differently now, and it's sad.

ChrisJ said...

Wow, Kay! I guess you just never know. It's sad.