Righto:
I opened the front door of the house and walked in, I noticed that all the doors in the place were open and I thought it was odd. I immediately assumed that
cartographer had been home already and must still be around (We always close all the doors when we leave the house in case the rabbits escape) but the door had been chubb locked, so I was a bit confused. Then I noticed that the lampshade in her room was knocked over and I paused for a few seconds in a sort of human imitation of a computer given too much data to process and I stared at the room for about ten seconds before realising that the window was smashed.
I immediately scanned the house to make sure the culprits weren't still there and to see if I could spot what was missing. That took about twenty seconds and I called 999 (not having the donnybrook garda station number and not being inclined to find out), asked for the gardai and reported that there had been a burglary at my address and I wasn't sure how recently it had happened. I gave my number and dug out an ashtray and had a smoke in the kitchen with the extractor fan on.
About twenty minutes later, after calling
metalrabbit and
cartographer I decided to get out of the house since I couldn't really sit down in the place and I was worried about marking or moving anything. I called the Donnybrook garda station to give them my mobile number and to let them know that I was leaving the apartment but would be out in the car park.
They told me that they were getting two officers together to come up and have a look over the place and it would be a short while before they arrived. While I waited,
cartographer arrived and we sat outside chatting about the whole thing and a good while later (I forget the precise time but it was about an hour after the call, there was little urgency to it since they knew it had taken place at 4:15 as they had been alerted to it at that time but had no way to contact us).
Anyway, the two gardai arrived and I showed them around the place. They looked at the window, my room and the sitting room but their main duty it would seem was to get a list of items stolen, descriptions, their values, an outline of my evening to date (when I got to the house and so on). They left and told me that a crime scene investigator (their words) would be over later to take fingerprints and could we avoid touching anything outside the kitchen, sofas and coffee table.
gothwalk,
sabayone and
olethros arrived shortly after this and about an hour and a half later the CSI bloke arrived. He seemed less than thrilled to be called a crime scene investigator (it must be an injoke or something, he said that all he does is photo robbery scenes and take fingerprints, the serious crimes are dealt with by a special unit more like the CSI you see on TV). He spent about 40 minutes dusting the place for fingerprints, He pretty much only touched the glass of the broken windows (using his breath to detect anything worth dusting on the glass) and the extension lead from behind the telly. He got two prints, enough to use to find the thief and went on his way.
He was a nice bloke, didn't mind answering our questions about his job and stuff.
