The Retrieved Mobile Phone.
The frustration was setting in now as he had looked everywhere for his mobile phone. He had always laid it on the occasional table, that sat in the corner of his kitchen but now it was no where to be seen. He searched high and low in every nook and cranny, and knew now that someone must have taken it.
He cast his mind back to when he last made a call and remembered that he had to meet a friend that day. There were three young boys sat on his doorstep with his son and he remembered telling him not to go into the house until he came back. The house he was visiting was only a short distance away from his home so he was only gone for about thirty minutes.
That evening he questioned his son about his missing mobile phone but he swore that the day his dad saw them sitting outside that nobody went into the house not even him. He believed his son as he was a good boy and he had no reason to mistrust him.
A week later His mother called and said that she had been calling his number every day since his phone went missing and still it was saying that it was in voice mail. She was a very persistent person and was so angry that someone could have taken her son's phone. Whilst they were drinking a coffee she said that she would try the number for one last time but he said that she was wasting her time. She slowly dialled the number and to her great surprise a man answered the phone.
Her son grabbed it out of her hand and he shouted that the man was using a stolen phone. After a short conversation the man explained that he bought the phone in good faith from a young man in his thirties and he paid him twenty pounds for it. He also said that he could have it back at the same price that he paid and gave him his address; he also added that if he came imediately He would meet him in the local pub in High Street. He agreed and passed the phone to his mum.
He pulled up in his car and parked outside the door to the pub, the Black Horse. He entered and asked the barman if he knew a man called Drew and he pointed him out. He walked toward him and sat at his table and the man took the small black mobile from his inside pocket and passed it over. He exchanged it with a twenty pound note and slipped it into his own pocket, relieved.
The man told him the name of who sold him the phone but he didn't recognise hearing it before. He left the pub and drove home and so glad that he had it safely back. It had only been two month ago that he had paid one hundred and ten pounds for his phone because it had the facillity to send and receive his e-mails via the phone.
Back home his mother was delighted that she had repeatedly rang his number in the hope of someone answering. It paid off and he was more than grateful to her. He didn't even know that his mother had been that concerned about it being missing in the first place.
That evening they both questioned the young son and asked if he or his son's friends knew a Simon Kellson, but he had never heard of him. At least the phone was found and he certainly was not going to begin a new scenario of finding out who or how or when that person stole the phone.
Some weeks had passed after the event of the stolen mobile phone. He had been busy cooking his dinner when his door bell blasted out its song. Two police officers had stood on his step and asked him politely, for an invite into his home for a chat. He'd closed the door behind them and offered them a seat but they declined and said that it would'nt take them long to have a chat.
They said they had called about his mobile phone that was stolen from his home. He was shocked as he wasn't even aware that the police had been informed. They explained that his mother rang them at the local station and whilst in the middle of her explanation of the phone, retracted from giving more details and said that she would sort it out for herself, and ended the conversation.
One officer began by saying that they had a young man in Custody and had been there all night after being interviewed about a break-in at a local school, and computer equipment and a couple of mobile phones had gone missing too.
The office then said, "have you heard of anyone called Simon Kellson". He stood up suddenly off his seat and replied, "that's the name of the guy who sold my mobile to the bloke in the pub". The two officers had looked pleased that he remembered the name and said that Simon was now on a charge for burglary and theft and because he had previous convictions would surely be served a prison sentence.
The main reason we are here is that your neighbour gave his description to us as at the time your mobile went missing Simon had climbed over your back gate and grabbed your phone. We know this because one of the phones that we found from the burglary at the school, had your sim card in it. Simon has come clean and the rest is History.
He then said to the officer that his neighbour had gone on holiday and he was wondering why he never divulged anything to him. The officer said there was a reason for that as he felt so guilty that he could not do anything about it as he was petrified. He was all packed to go on holiday and I suppose that he just wanted to forget it.
He then stated that he was right, as he was a very quiet private person and did'nt converse too much in the short time that he had lived next door.
The officer said that the twenty pounds was something that he could not get back, but at least he knew that the thief who broke into his home would be away for quite sometime in prison. At least there would be no other person's home broken into by him for quite sometime; if he still dared to at the end of his sentence.
Three weeks later whilst reading his evening paper his eyes flitted to the name of Simon Kellson. He had received a one year prison sentence for the burglary at the school and a six month concurrent sentence for the theft of the mobile phone that was stolen from his home. He placed the paper onto the table and he smiled a smile of all smiles.
They said they had called about his mobile phone that was stolen from his home. He was shocked as he wasn't even aware that the police had been informed. They explained that his mother rang them at the local station and whilst in the middle of her explanation of the phone, retracted from giving more details and said that she would sort it out for herself, and ended the conversation.
One officer began by saying that they had a young man in Custody and had been there all night after being interviewed about a break-in at a local school, and computer equipment and a couple of mobile phones had gone missing too.
The office then said, "have you heard of anyone called Simon Kellson". He stood up suddenly off his seat and replied, "that's the name of the guy who sold my mobile to the bloke in the pub". The two officers had looked pleased that he remembered the name and said that Simon was now on a charge for burglary and theft and because he had previous convictions would surely be served a prison sentence.
The main reason we are here is that your neighbour gave his description to us as at the time your mobile went missing Simon had climbed over your back gate and grabbed your phone. We know this because one of the phones that we found from the burglary at the school, had your sim card in it. Simon has come clean and the rest is History.
He then said to the officer that his neighbour had gone on holiday and he was wondering why he never divulged anything to him. The officer said there was a reason for that as he felt so guilty that he could not do anything about it as he was petrified. He was all packed to go on holiday and I suppose that he just wanted to forget it.
He then stated that he was right, as he was a very quiet private person and did'nt converse too much in the short time that he had lived next door.
The officer said that the twenty pounds was something that he could not get back, but at least he knew that the thief who broke into his home would be away for quite sometime in prison. At least there would be no other person's home broken into by him for quite sometime; if he still dared to at the end of his sentence.
Three weeks later whilst reading his evening paper his eyes flitted to the name of Simon Kellson. He had received a one year prison sentence for the burglary at the school and a six month concurrent sentence for the theft of the mobile phone that was stolen from his home. He placed the paper onto the table and he smiled a smile of all smiles.
