I had my xxx-xxx tag stolen and replaced by the thief with a tag that he had stolen 100 miles away. I called the cops and they took a theft report, also indicating on the form that there was a tag yyy-yyy recovered. I immediately went to the DMV and got a new tag.
Several days later while I was at work in my local government office I received a phone call from the police dispatcher asking for me and advising that a car with my tag was being chased at high speed in the same town. She was surprised, i guess, that I was in my office and not in the chase. I told her that the tag had been stolen and reported as same. She said that the report says it was recovered. I pointed out to her that it was a duh different tag that had been duh recovered. “Oh”.
Anyway, the chase involved a sheriff deputy car overturning and a deputy being severely injured. The perp got away temporarily but was soon caught.
That evening or the next evening (30 years or so ago), I was at home watching the evening news and saw a report about the perp having been jailed and that they were looking for his accomplice, Ignatz I. Ignatz!!!, right ON THE FRIGGING TV NEWS.
Well, needless to say, I had to call my friend and cow-orker (same municipality) the police chief and discuss my dilemma. He suggested that I go down to the sheriff department and “fess up”, er, explain the snafu. Well, I stopped first at the tv station that aired the report and talked with another friend, the news director, and he told the chief reporter to issue a retraction, which they did at least twice the next day, apologizing and explaining that I was a victim, not a perp.
I then went to the sheriff’s jail and was shown the 18-year-old guy from Florida. He had, perhaps while being waterboarded, “confessed” that the tag on his stolen Cadillac was owned or provided by his “accomplice”, whose name (mine), somehow got mentioned during the process as being the tag owner and got into a news release.
In a visit to the other tv station I found that they had not reported my name, nor had the newspapers. Some cow-orkers did look at me strangely for a few days, but there were no lasting fallouts. I was subpoenaed to appear at the kid’s trial at which I did not have to testify and at which he got a 6 year sentence. I never followed up to see if and how long he served.