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A little over a year ago we had someone break into my husbands' car while it was parked in our garage. He had left the garage door open at night and when I just happen to step out to check I noticed it was open along with my husbands' door. Of course I thought my husband had left it open and forgot to close it but when he looked inside he noticed his cell phone, sun glasses, money, my Valentine gift and a back pack full of escrow papers were gone. I did notice someone running down the street, so my husband took off in his car while I called the police. To make a long story short my husband came across someone on a bike with HIS back pack on. He drove his car up on the sidewalk behind the person and stopped the car. He then proceeded to chase the guy on the bike, caught up with him and grabbed him from the bike and threw him to the ground. The guy got up to run and my husband grabbed him again and threw him up against a wall, about ready to punch the guy in the face when he noticed it was a kid about 15 yrs old! Back at my house I was talking to a police officer while 4 others were out looking for the suspect. (We lived in a small town where not too much action happens, that is why all the police cars were involved-nothing better to do). Anyway they found my husband and the kid and arrested him. It seems this kid had been going around the neighborhood and breaking into everyones car for a long time. The cops were very happy to finally catch the guy and I was really happy that my husband caught him( that kid had my Valentine present). The only bad thing about it was that the kid had taken all our escrow papers, with all our personal information, and threw them over in a creek by our house. My husband and I had to climb over a fence and wade in ankle deep mud in the middle of the night to get all of the papers. Crime must run in this kids' family because he had a older brother that was caught with a knife at the high school and was kicked out. The funny thing was that about a month later we get a knock at our door and there standing with a basket full of stuff is the kid to say he was sorry. He couldn't even look at us but at least he made the effort.