The days after the burglary were interesting. There were several other break ins and burglaries in the neighborhood. Patrol cars cruised around more than usual.
Bruce showed up at my door with the license number and description of the car--he'd heard from the mailman, who was now carrying a camera around with him. A detective came around and took down that information and compared it to what Nick and Henry had already reported. Seemed likely. I asked the detective what I should say at an upcoming block meeting about crime. He had things to add. I felt like we were being taken seriously, when in 2006 we were not.
But other things, too. Jen and Dan, Mason and Cicely were out with their kids every afternoon. The folks on my side of the block were, too, in strong numbers. Doors were obviously open behind screen doors. We were here and we were watching.
Some kid walked up the street and started knocking here and there. People watched. Mason approached him and showed him his badge. Ran his license. Let him know he probably needed to do his business elsewhere.
We decided to meet Sunday evening in the Paxtons' backyard. Felt like old times.
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