Well, I had gotten about an hour's worth of sleep tonight when Camille called and woke me up saying that her purse had been stolen and to cancel all her cards. She also needed a ride home as her car keys were in the purse. I started calling the phone, I must have called it a hundred times, eventually someone picked up and I could hear them pressing numbers trying to turn the phone off.
We went home and tried to cancel the phone but I hung up after a half hour on hold with sprint. Camille then used my phone to call back to the drawbridge and it turned out that one of the people she suspected of taking her purse had been caught walking around in the kitchen of the restaurant. So Camille wanted to go back to the drawbridge. I went with her and the suspect was in the backseat of one of the cars. The guy couldn't give a straight story, he was with someone else and all his clothes were in the room but he didn't know which room etc. They searched the guy before putting him in the cruiser, but they never pulled the phone out of his pocket. Upon a second search of the guy later, they pulled out the phone and it was Camille's. They hauled him off to the station but with no room number, we have no clue where her purse is that has her keys, a couple credit cards and such. Not to mention that it was one of those expensive Vera Bradly purses with a nice leather wallet from banana republic.
Looks like I'm calling the locksmith in the morning. Grrr!
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