There was no time to call the cops and await their arrival, I wanted that fucker caught red handed and detained to be handed over to them on a silver platter! There was no doubt in my mind that another burglary was in progress, probably the same thief, I imagined.
Carpentry was a hobby and my garage served as my workshop which had been broken into a few months earlier and woodworking hand and power tools stolen.
Minutes later the faint sound of breaking glass made me realize that I hadn't imagined things. One of those situations where you're not quite sure and brush it off as an over tired, just seeing things,kind of imagination. The room was dark except for my desk lamp when I thought I noticed movement in the darkness outside the window that looked over my backyard. It was around midnight, my wife and daughter were sleeping and I was in my den downstairs working on a sales presentation that I had to deliver the following morning. It was about fifteen years ago I was thirty at the time and living in a suburb of Toronto.
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