The Lada Legend: Who Steals a Zhiguli 011? - Part 3

"It's the police."

In many contexts, that is not something you want to hear coming from outside your door. Even if it just your friends pulling a prank on you, your heart leaps into your throat for a second and you think to yourself, "This is not good."

Luckily for Amy and Sarah, this police visit was friendly in nature. The four investigators, two of which were in uniform, standing outside the door were in fact there to ask questions about the car's disappearance. Once inside, they took off their shoes and made their way into the kitchen. Dinner had been put on the table five minutes prior. Two glasses of wine accompanied the meal.

Investigator: "Can you please tell us what happened?"

Amy: "We can't find our car."

Investigator: looking at the glasses of wine "Are you sure you didn't just get drunk and forget where you parked it?

For those keeping score at home, there are now two possibilities for the car's disappearance: theft and drunken forgetfulness.

The investigators, realizing that the latter possibility was not holding water, took Amy and Sarah out to the street where the car had originally been parked. It was time to see how forthcoming the neighbours would be with information now that uniforms were involved.

Not surprisingly, the amnesia experienced not 24 hours earlier was now gone and people began speaking volumes about the "annoying yellow car that was ruining the vibe of the street." Even the gnome-like man felt obligated to say more, especially since the chief investigator had just shown up:

Chief: Did you see that car parked here?

G: Ya, I saw it. What? I've already peeled my eyes with those girls.

Chief: What did you see?

G: I saw some kids pushing it down the street.

Chief: Why didn't you stop them?

G: It wasn't my car to watch. No green, no guilt.


Neighbourhood watch would be proud.

Amy was then taken to the police station for a statement. Sarah went home to change because the heavens had just opened up. The boys at the station had a good laugh over the whole story. And how could they not? Foreigners, an old Soviet car, someone actually stealing it. Hilarious. They seemed very interested in who "this Kent Babin" was and why he wasn't in the country.

Once Sarah made it to the station, the chief investigator took she and Amy to the main police station for the region. More statements were made, more questions asked. It was stated that Kent was in Morocco, even though the police continued to believe he was in America.

11:30pm - With all formalities finished, the chief investigator offered to take Sarah and Amy home. It was on the way back that, what will be forever known as "the call", came.