We were awakened about 3:45 am this morning by the sound of a loud metal-on-metal crash, immediately followed by a car horn – or alarm – droning and screeching tires. A look out the window through the trees showed us the blue and red lights of a police car, then a second one on it’s heels, charging into the driveway of the house below our property. That driveway is at the end of a short dead-end. We overlook – through the trees – that house from our bedroom, kitchen and deck.
By the time we got to a better vantage, there were three cars with lights, spotlights scanning the hillside, and officers, one with a dog, going through the small woods separating our homes, about 50 yards down the hill. They were calling out “Come out, we have a dog!” and using flashlights to search the area. Eventually they came up the hill, along the neighbor’s side yard, then around the front of our house and back down our upper side yard and into our back yard. We had turned on our outside floods and deck light as soon as it became apparent they were searching for a fugitive, but stayed inside to watch.
They didn’t find their man (or woman), as far as we could tell, and after a couple of hours a tow truck showed up and a vehicle was towed off.
We surmise there was a chase and the driver went up that road expecting it to connect through, then found the dead end and parked car there too late to stop. Must have jumped out and ran. Nothing on the news this morning about it, so our curiosity remains unsatisfied, but this kind of thing is unsettling.