So. My magistrate hearing was today. I arrived at the court house for 9:45 and sat on a cold bench and waited for the magistrate to arrive. The detective who did the investigation on my case found me and introduced himself (we’d only ever spoken on the phone and through e-mail prior). He was much shorter than I imagined him to be. He explained that the guy who has my phone did, in fact, show up. My heart kind of jumped into my throat when he said it because I’d seriously prepared myself for him to just skip out on the whole thing. It became real to me then that this might actual go to court.
Quick catch up for anyone who doesn’t know the whole story: On April 25th, my friends car was broken into while we were hiking at a local reservoir. My purse was the only thing taken, and inside of my purse was an iphone 6. The following day, I was contacted via Facebook by some guy claiming he’d bought my phone off of some guy for $300 and it had my information in it. He tried to get me to pay him the 300 dollars for the phone, and when I refused, then asked me for my e-mail and password so he could at least use the phone. I contacted the police department that took the break-in statement the day before and followed up with a detective. I sent him the entire conversation this guy had with me where I CLEARLY told him the phone was mine, stolen, and needed to be turned in to the police department. He did not turn it in. Hence, court this morning.
So, we all get called in and the detective reads the facts of the case to the magistrate. He asks me if I have anything I’d like to add and I tell him no, the facts are all there. Then the guy (we’ll call him Joe) speaks his bit. Joe goes on to say that he had NO IDEA the phone was stolen until I told him so (which may have been true) and that I told him he could keep the phone (which I sarcastically did after he tried to EXTORT ME). The magistrate asked him if he had the phone on him. Joe said no, that he’d walked to the court building from home. The magistrate asked him, “You couldn’t carry a phone in your pocket from home?” I stifled laughter. He’s a shovel, Joe. Keep digging.
So the magistrate asks the detective if he felt there was any cause to further the investigation. The detective then told him that he felt there was, if only to try and recover the rest of my stolen property and to make sure that all of my losses were covered. Joe tells the magistrate that he “doesn’t have time for this”. The magistrate “encouraged” Joe to cooperate with the detective because we would be back to see him in about 2 weeks.
So. Worst case scenario is I get my phone back. Best case, I get the rest of my shit back.
Fuck you, Joe. Go ahead. Mess with me again.
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