The constable called this afternoon and wants to drop off a subpoena for me to appear in court on Monday. He’s going to leave it in the mailbox.

I’m hoping that this has to do with the break-in, and not some trumped-up racketeering charge against me. Not that I’m a mobster or anything, mind you. If anyone asks, you tell ’em nothing, get it? Nothing.

That’s what I thought.