Car-ma

We got home from dinner at around 10 p.m. last night, and within minutes, the phone was ringing. It was the police. They had found Gary's car not too far from here. We picked it up today and it was in pretty good shape; the thieves had punched the ignition, but there were no dents or other damage. They took all of Gary's work and camping gear out of the trunk and left a cigarette burn in the front seat. The creepiest part, though, was this stuff along the surface near the windows and on the trunk. At first Gary thought it was a lubricant the thief used, then he realized it was probably where the police had dusted for fingerprints. There's a part of me that really doesn't want to know who did this, especially if the suspect lives in the apartment complex next door. I know it's kind of strange, but I'd rather imagine a fictitous thief with a sympathetic backstory than confront a real one with his own particular history.