Here is the tale of what seemed to be an ordinary case of some guy stealing a man's movies and selling them to us. It turned out to be a marriage wracked with a tangled web of deceit. That may be overselling this story a little bit.
A couple weeks ago I got a call from a local detective. It seems a man had filed a report saying a friend of his stole several hundred DVDs from him and sold them to pawn shops and stores like ours. The name of the suspect matched a name in our records, and I confirmed for the detective that those items had in fact been sold to us over the last few months. I asked the detective to bring me the report so I could start pulling the movies, though I informed him that since so much time had passed, and they were such common titles, most of them were likely gone. So, I got the report the day before I left for vacation, pulled the items, and was going to talk to the detective when I got back since they wouldn't be sold at this point.
So, when I returned it took a few days for the detective to get back to me. And he explained in his most exasperated voice why he was dropping the case and pretending it never happened.
Turns out, he got in touch with the suspect who said that no, the items weren't stolen. In fact the wife of the man who filed the report was with him every time he sold the DVDs. She was just using his name and ID so her husband wouldn't find out what she was selling them for. What was the dark secret this suspect and his friend's wife were partaking in? Some sordid affair? Crystal meth? Strip clubs? No, quite a bit more underwhelming than that.
It seems the two of them had a fondness for synthetic weed. Not even the real stuff, but the fake not-weed. The detective talked to the wife who confirmed the story, which meant that there was no robbery case at all. So, he told the husband he needed to talk to his wife and work it out between the two of them, apologized for wasting my time, and told me that the case was being dropped, never to be spoken of again.