Here you go, honey; educate yourself.
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The only time I have ever become a person of interest was way back in Hawaii when I was around 22 years old.
I had 2 kids and living in a TLA apartment on the second floor of a hotel. waiting for housing with Hubby off on an SSBN in the Pacific.
One day a knock came on my door from a Lt. Tiger asking to come in and speak to me. I was at this age of my life in love with Mystery books,{ English} And his name intrigued me.
WOW. a real life detective ,I had never met anyone that was a cop much less then one that was so different from the cops in New England. A real life mystery came to my door that day.
I invited him to sit and tell me what this was all about--At no time time did I think I was a suspect for anything.
The detective asked me if I had seen anyone wandering about the apartments and and I told him no and that I often kept the door open for the cross ventilation I would have noticed had anyone passed my door. Most of us kept the door open at different times of the day.
He then told me that my neighbor whose door was perhaps 15 feet from mine had someone steal his wallet.
My latest mystery book kicked in, Agatha Christie, and I asked him for details. It never occurred to me that I was the number one person that could taken the wallet.
He for some reason told me that the man had returned from food shopping and when he entered the apartment had placed his wallet on a side table near the door.
Someone who walked by had seen the wallet and snatched it while the man was in the bathroom.
I had no idea just how much trouble I could be in and as I love a good mystery tried to Analise the crime.
My male neighbor has been shopping and returned home with 2 bags of grocery's. To get his key out he would have had to put one down.
He unlocks the door and goes inside and would have to put one down again to take his wallet out---Strange behavior for a male. a woman might throw her purse on a chair but men usually keep their wallets on them.
Something ain't right here, I asked the detective when was the last time he removed his wallet and for what reason.
Oh what fun, a highlite of my life that one, my reading mystery's had saved me from suspicion as a thief.
If one is innocent, then work with the cops, they are human and any ideas you can come up with can help keep them off your back.
The only hard cop I ever met was one that helped me out in Hawaii, I was 8 months pregnant and fell in the street. and became offended when I told him " OH boy, I thank you you so much " and he replied, " Don't call me boy"----Regional expression that is akin to saying. " OH Brother"