Everyone swarmed around the light gray house on the middle of Highland Meadow Drive, which was splashed with the red and blue light of police car sirens. The neighbors of the street were simply concerned for the safety of a young woman who lived in that house. She was a student and the local high school but she lived by herself while her parents working overseas. She was smart, kind, well liked and generally kept to herself. That’s why, when news spread that someone had broken into her house and robbed her, no one could understand why.
Not only that, it was a most peculiar break in. One 5-inch diameter circle cut in the skylight and nothing else. Everything remained locked, the burglar alarm hadn’t gone off, no shattered windows, the safe was locked and the appliances were still plugged in. The only thing that was missing was a photo of owners’ daughter as a 5-year-old.
“Everybody quiet down now! There’s nothing to see here. Ms. Palle is fine. But, she is not here at this time. No other details can be disclosed at this time. Please go home.” boomed the exhausted policemen. He turned to his partner and whispered, “ Honestly, I don’t know why all these folks thought she’d be here. If something like this happened to me I’d get as far away as possible.”
“No kidding,” his partner responded “to think all this for a five buck painting. This type of stuff never happened when I was in school. Hey, isn’t that Jeff’s car pulling up?”
“Yeah, he picked the Palle girl up this morning when she called the station. Honestly I’ve never heard of anything like it. A twenty cent stole out of a six centimeter whole when the house is locked from inside at every possible entrance point…Impossible.”
“Have you seen what the living room looks like? It looks like there was some sort of crazy wild animal in there. The place is a wreck.”
“Shut up! Jeff and the Palle girl are headed over here!” He muttered before straightening up and welcoming them , “Good morning Jeff. Mornin’ Ms Palle.”
“Good morning, Officer Mynchello” she said timidly. It was clear she wasn’t used to being addressed so formally.
“Mornin’ boys” said Jeff. He was an older gentleman with a wise, worn face, and a head of thin, snow-white.
“How do you solve a mysterious break-in, in which the suggested point of entry is a whole no bigger that an CD in the skylight?,” he thought. That question rang in his head like a fire alarm but, he fought to stay composed to keep the young woman to his right in the best spirits. Poor thing was shaking when he and his partner had turned up at the house.
Suddenly the quivering girl spoke up “Can I go inside? I’d like to pack my bag- I’m going to be staying with the Lerderas. They live down the road- number 57 Oleander Dr. They’re family friends. We all called my parents and they agreed it was best.”
“Alright then, sounds good. You wrote your cell phone number and your parent’s email at the station, right?” asked Jeff
“Yes sir, and the secretary gave me the contacts for the station” Ms Palle replied
“Good , now you call the station as soon as your parents are back, so we can all tlak about this. You can go on in and get your stuff but, the living room and skylight area are marked off. Do you need a ride over to your friends house?”
“No its ok. They are coming over to pick me up in about fifteen minutes. Thanks for everything Officer Mynchello!” And with that she took off into the house.
“Bye Natasha.”
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