When I was younger my parents' place got ripped off, they went through the whole house, **** everywhere. I knew exactly who did it, our cleaning lady's son, junkie loser; she was such a good person though, runs the volunteer soup kitchen etc etc that most people overlooked her retarded spawn.
Anyway cops got that dust everywhere, half destroyed my desk when peeling off the sticky tape that picks up the print...nothing happened. Later that week, house gets done over again, they came back for a single computer monitor haha...they also left all the cables, and **** you need to actually connect it all up, idiots.
1 month later a plain cardboard box arrives on the front door with random associated camera gear that was stolen, either they couldn't sell it or the cleaning lady found out, personally I think the later. This 100% vindicated my suspicions, needless to say she was no longer employed. Being 12 at the time and with vengeance on my mind I commenced various operations of retribution that are best not detailed here