I don’t think they got the girlfriend; she came to pick up his stuff. Actually, I was asleep when she came in. Not only did she not knock, she woke me up to ask how to unhook his Xbox (“See the wires coming out of the Xbox? PULL THEM OUT OF THE TV! Christ!”). To her credit, she only took Dave’s stuff and left my friend’s possessions alone.
AFAIK, Dave is still in jail. I haven’t heard anything from the cops, but a mutual acquaintance said that Dave admitted to everything (even a couple thefts they didn’t accuse him of!) as soon as they started questioning him.
I got a summons in the mail the other day to testify as a witness for the Commonwealth in his preliminary hearing on the 17th. He does have a co-defendant in the case, one with a very distinctive name, which is how I know I never met the guy before. I would have remembered someone with a Middle Eastern-sounding first name and a Latino surname.
Nobody’s seen a key for the lock in ages, so it always stays open, not unlike half the other houses in this town. The fact that that has to change is really one of the shittiest parts about this.
No idea. I haven’t spoken to the police since the arrest, though I honestly can’t see what else he could have taken. If it was over twenty bucks or an object worth that much, I’d have noticed it was missing.
I’ve been living here six months and the door hasn’t been locked once. Might not have been a good idea to say that when I put a video of the front of the house online, but oh well.
My parents, who live a few blocks away, lost their house key about ten years ago.
On Googling it, it appears that it’s a Latin first name after all, just an uncommon one with a sort-of Arabic sound to it.
The subpoena said to be at the office of the District Justice (who must take a lot of ribbing for actually being named Judge Judy) at 9:00 this morning. I showed up five minutes early and signed in.
Well, two Reader’s Digests and a Rolling Stone later, I watched with confusion as Dave and his frightening-looking cohort were led through the waiting room and outside into the cold, clad in not-so-stylish, puke-green Dauphin County Prison jumpsuits. I waited another fifteen minutes or so (hey, I’ve never even been in a courtroom before - I don’t know how this stuff works) before finally asking the receptionist when they would need me.
“Oh, they don’t. They decided that there was enough evidence to hold him over for trial without your testimony.”
“So, uh, I just sat here for ninety minutes for nothing, and nobody was even going to tell me that I could go.”
“Somebody should have said something. Nobody said anything to you?”
“Nobody’s spoken a word to me since I signed in.”
Indeed, I spent the entire time just trying to block out the voice of Dave’s partner’s mother. I must have heard “Eees a good boy, really! He just fell in with the wrong crowd!” about 60,000 times this morning. Ugh.
Doesn’t that suck? I had a very similar thing happen, but I was less cool about it. I ended up getting in the Magistrate’s face and telling him off.
On the positive side of things, when I was before the same magistrate about six months later, he bent over backwards to be polite, and found in my favor.
Well, actually, “holding over for trial” means just that - that at the prelim exam, the judge found that there was sufficient evidence that a crime was committed and the accused had committed it, therefore, they should stand trial.
He may indeed be held in jail pending that trial, however, that’s something else. A bond was probably established, since it was a non capital case (unless there’s also a dead body floating around we haven’t heard about). BUt in any event, he may be bonding out. You should ask if you can be notified if he does bond out, I would suspect it would be not fun to have a surprise bumping into.
