More of the DRAMA!

I called Marvin in the morning, and had him come change my locks. I told him everything that was going on..he couldn't believe all this mess.

Neither could I.

So while talking to baby daddy, he decided that this was not an adult.
And here's why:

The person that took the boys key had to be someone that has been invited into my apartment.
I don't associate with criminals. Drama people, yes. Criminals, no.
The more I thought of who has been in my apartment, the more I had a suspect.
Or should I say suspects.

I called my girlfriend. We have been friends for about 4 years. I met her when I moved to this neighborhood. The only problems that we have ever had are concerning her kids.
They are bad as shit, and bully all the other kids in the neighborhood.
Of course, she is oblivious to all of this..

One of them just turned 13 and the other one will soon be 12. Most of the problems always revolved around the 12 year old. But the both have a mouth on them like nobody's business.
They will curse an adult in a second. And she will always justify their behavior.
Always.

Well, the 13 year old came by to see the puppy the prior week.
He had 2 of his friends with him.
They stayed for maybe 5 minutes, and let themselves out. Her son is always poppin in to say hello. I guess I am the cool mom, by their standards, and he likes to show off how comfortable he is at my house. Well, the more I thought about it, the more my suspicions grew.

I figured I would go into crime solvers mode, and call my girlfriend and run all this past her, just to see what she had to say about it.

Well, would you be shocked if I said that her son told her that he "found" a key on Thursday or Friday? And it just so happened, that he had the key? She had him bring the key to my house.
Marvin still had not collected the old locks, but this just wasn't any key...it was a vanity key.
It had the logo of the Washington Redskins on it. And the boy wears it around his neck. Anyone that found that key, knows just what apartment door it fits...mine.

He brought the key, and started asking questions about the incident. I told him that they took fingerprints (not true..but I wanted to scare the shit of this little felon) and that they would know in a few days who took the gun. Then he said something that made my blood run cold.

He told me that on Friday, he FOUND A GUN...out in the field. And that he was pretty sure that it was mine. And the there were no bullets in the gun, and that he picked it up, and got scared and threw it in the woods. But not to worry..he would bring me the gun as soon as he got home from school. He knew just where he threw it.

His mother suggested that we go outside (in the dark..with flashlights) to look for the gun.
We walked back to the woods where he claimed he threw it. I searched for about an hour in the dark. There were sticker bushes and thick brush. I was afraid..it was like a damn haunted house back there, only no house. Just the haunted part.

After we looked for a few minutes, I realized that he was lying about the whereabouts of the gun. That little fucker knew exactly where it was..and I was about to put a full court press on his little felon ass.

He had many questions, all of them asked with fear. I matter of factly answered them with the worst possible scenario. He was afraid, and I could smell his fear. Yep. This child will crack by the morning, I thought to myself. And his mother..completely oblivious.

Once I got back in the house, I called the police. They stated that they were sending a gun dog to search the woods. They wanted my friends son to come point out to them where the gun was thrown. I called my girlfriend and told her. It was 10pm, and she refused to send him outside. She said that she was not sending him out because he had school.
She fucking flat out refused! I pointed them in the right direction, but I explained to them that the gun more than likely was not there...but I believed that her son new exactly where the gun was. They were treating this like it was no big deal. They said that they would not question him tonight, and that they would look for the gun without his help.

Once they decided that the gun was not there, they left.
I felt like they had no sense of urgency in finding this weapon.
I felt like they weren't doing their job.
I was tired, and frustrated. I came back in the house.
There was nothing else that I could do.

I was up all night. Fueled by Nicotine and coffee, I was on sleepless night number 2.

Bright and early Monday morning, I called my girlfriend.
I told her that I was up all night and was trying to figure out how to tell her that her son and his friends was responsible for all of this.



**Stay tuned for the conclusion**