My job was broken in to. They sent a detective. He looked around and told us there was basically zero chance he’d catch the guy.

I found a cigarette butt outside. He said “It could be anybody”. I said “nobody here smokes”. He said “even if it’s his, there’s little chance it’s a DNA match.”

To his credit, the detective took the cigarette butt and tested it. There was a DNA match to a guy living in our small town who’d been in jail three times for robbery meaning the cops knew exactly who he was and what he did for a living but weren’t doing anything to stop him.

When they went to his house they found everything of ours that he couldn’t sell.