It's Not Everyday. . .

It's 12:30 am, I've been in bed for a few hours after a very long day. Brye comes up to bed and when walking to his side of the bed glances out the window that overlooks the driveway. He notices the cab light on in his truck so peeks through the blinds and shouts, "Someone's trying to steal my truck!" I respond, "what?" and he repeats it. I of course, say,"no way" and he says, "yes", grabs his shot gun (which is not even loaded) and takes off down stairs. My immediate response was to flicker the bedroom light to scare them away. I turned the light off and ran to the window to see nothing but the light on in the truck. Brye turns on the outside light but thankfully decides not to open the garage door. He comes back upstairs, we are both full of adrenaline and have no idea what to do. I notice there are people outside in the house across the alley and wonder if they saw or heard anything. I then suggest we call the police and make a report. So Brye grabs the phone and calls 911. He is on the phone maybe a minute and as soon as he hangs up we see the police cars with their spotlights driving around in front of the house. A second or two later the K-9 car pulls up. We stay inside until the police come to the door and are then bombarded with questions,
"which way did they go?"
"did you get a good description?"
"how many were there?"
"what race?" etc.
I never saw them and Brye only noticed they were young, upper teen's or early 20's, one either white or hispanic and one black. He had a vague idea of the color of shirt each were wearing but couldn't be sure. Niether of us saw them leave the truck. The K-9 officer then takes his beautiful German Shepard to the truck and we are told to wait inside. We run upstairs to watch out the window and see the dog sniff Brye's truck and take off running and barking down the alley. We lost sight of them at that point. It was about 15 mintues later the first officer came back to take Brye's formal statement and information. It was then we learned the dog went right to the house across the alley with the people outside. Apparently there were juveniles there "hanging out", one almost matching Brye's description. However, less than a year ago Brye's truck was broken into and our DVD player, his Oakley sunglasses and radar detector were stolen, so there was absolutely nothing in the vehicle but a $70 hunting knife. The police could not locate Brye's knife so they couldn't be sure it was these same kids. The officer then said he was going to call a detective to take prints and went to his car. We stayed on the porch and noticed a teen walking down our sidewalk. Of course the officer stopped and questioned him. Something apparently didn't jive because the kid was frisked and made to sit on the curb while they wrapped up their report with us. We went inside still wondering what was going on with the kid on the curb. A few minutes later we heard the officers raise their voices so again peeked out the blinds and watched them arrest the young man. We don't think he was connected to the truck incident, just got very unlucky walking down the sidewalk. We also learned our lesson to call 911 immediately. It's likely these kids would have been caught had we just grabbed the phone instead of the gun! (gotta love TX)
It's now, 2:00 am and we are so spooked and still high on adrenaline we can't sleep. Around 3:00 am we decide to go to bed. The next day, Brye goes straight to Lowe's and gets a security light for the driveway!
Everytime I go into our bedroom I get spooked walking by the window and Brye is so jumpy still. It's not everyday you see strangers sitting in your car in the middle of night.