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The glass was smashed, the kitchen door swinging ominously ajar. Pushing nervously through it, I already knew what I was going to find: we’d been burgled. What I didn’t expect, given the bitter experiences relayed by friends, was for the police to do anything much about it.
So imagine the shock when a scenes of crime officer arrived to dust for fingerprints, or when the police kept calling to update us on their investigation. Our burglar…
