Why every trip from my house to my car and vise versa sucks...

I called the detective about my case at the beginning of February, and there were no updates. I sort of figured that I wouldn't hear anything else again...time to move on, right? A few days later, I got a phone call from the post office. My wallet that was stolen had been dropped in a mail drop box. They mailed it to me, and I got it back the next day. It looked like it had gotten a little wet, and the only thing missing besides my cash was my license. I think that's strange, and it's unsettling to say the least. I can't help but wonder why someone would drop it in the mailbox now.

I just realized that I never explained some of the details after the incident. One of our neighbors had told us that she would keep her ears open about what happened to me and see if any one knows anything. A week after it happened the neighbor came back to us telling us that another neighbor had a party that night and one guy left and came back later bragging about a similar incident. That neighbor didn't share the name of the individual, so we've got nothing. Anyway, I did tell the detective this, and she said she spoke to the people that live in that very house and they said they don't know anything...big surprise, right?

Well, I have made up a scenario in my mind that after the detective's visit, the person she spoke to told the person that had been bragging about the incident of her visit. Maybe the guy got scared and wanted to get rid of the property with my name on it. See the post office has no information on where it was picked up, so it's hard to track at this point. The problem with that scenario is, why isn't my license in there? Then again, it could have been on the ground for weeks and some random person tossed it in the nearest mail drop box. Who knows? I know I'm over thinking this and need to stop trying to make sense of it.

I do know that every time I go to and from my house, I snear at a certain house on my block. I look back and forth down the street, and between each look, I carefully assess that particular house. I don't know what I think I'm going to see, or what I'd do if I saw something unusual, but I check the positioning of my gun, and move quickly to the door of my house or car.

I feel alright during the day coming and going by myself, but at night and in the morning before the sun has come up, I do not trust that I can see everything around me. I'll always remember that it is possible for someone to be lurking around a corner out of my sight, so I keep watching...it's all I can do.