As Rachel and I came home from work-and-school, a squad car backed out of our alley. It is followed by one of those big tow trucks with an SUV on the back. The windows of the SUV are all broken out.
I come home, and the house is wide open. No dogs. Nothing missing except husband and dogs.
Husband reappears in 15 minutes to tell me there was a police chase and a drug bust in our alley. Apparently the SUV was being chased by the police. It swerved into our alley on two wheels, and hit two garages before it stopped. The estimated speed was 80-90 mph, according to one of the guys who owns one of the garages. The SUV had many bags of cocaine in it.
No word on the driver, if he (we know it was a he) was injured or not.
Here’s what I saw when I walked to the alley.
And the condition of the garages:
This looks like the damage of a small(er) tornado. As one of the neighbors said, “an SUV tornado”.
By the way, all this happened while John was in the basement. He never heard a thing. He came upstairs and saw a bunch of cars and people in our street. Went out back, and there was the mess.
The very fortunate thing is that school hadn’t let out yet. We live 1/2 block from Sarah’s school. That could have been a terrible mess if kids were around.
No explanation from the husband on why he left the house wide open…