Light posts adorned with holiday decorations lined the road to Ivan’s apartment. I told Ivan I would stop by his apartment to pick him up for dinner. But, traffic from the nearby shopping mall didn’t help.
Ivan didn’t answer his cell. I wanted to tell him I was running a bit late.
When I finally pulled in, Ivan stood outside with three police officers. One police vehicle blocked his car. I nodded to Ivan as I approached. His arms were crossed while an officer asked him questions.
“So could you tell what was taken?” the one officer asked.
Ivan looked towards me while he spoke. “No. I haven’t done a full inventory but the TV’s still there. I had some loose cash. That’s gone, and some clothes.”
“I saw you had a gun safe—anything missing?” the second officer chimed in.
“It looks like som
