The Boy in Blue and the Girl in Red

I took the call.

It was some simple theft charge for a girl. We couldn’t do much and I had to tell her that. The town and its crime was pretty simple so far; nothing big like in California and I was enjoying it.

The operator got a summary and I had to call her back.

“Hello?” She sounded out of breath and talked frantically.

“Hello; Carly?”

“Yeah hey.”

“This is officer Sanders; what’s going on?”

She launched into the story about why she thought her brother stole her iPod on Saturday.

I explained how I couldn’t do much since she didn’t know where he was, he had no phone, and I couldn’t prove it was hers without the serial number.

“What I can do is; if and when he comes around, call us and we could go talk to him and ask if he took it and convince him to give it back to you.”

She sighed like she was defeated.

“Okay… I think I’ll do that.”

After exchanging information in case he did come over she hung up. Who knew that simple call was the start of it all.