A Break in the Case

Case File #7J904:
I’m sitting in my surveillance vehicle with a perfect view into my subject’s van. Said subject is an adult male, just arrived at his doctor’s office. He, allegedly, has hurt his back, so badly he can hardly move.
I follow subject to the doctor’s office, videotaping him as he slowly walks inside. It will interest you to know that the subject was very busy the previous day, carrying various articles from a shed into his residence. Also, it turns out, he runs a fencing operation -- buying, holding, and selling stolen property -- and owns a lengthy criminal record.
As I wait for my subject to leave the doctor’s, to see where he goes next, what appears to be a mother and son arrive and park next to the van. They also enter the doctor’s office. After 15 minutes or so, the son, who is 16, perhaps, returns to mom’s car. He stands there smoking a cigarette, gazing idly at my subject’s van.
He notices that the van door is unlocked. Very nonchalantly, he opens the door, looks around, then jumps inside. Even I am surprised. As I watch, this penitentiary prospect rifles glove compartment and console, stuffing items into his shirt. He then moves to the back of the van to continue his fruitful endeavors.
The lad is fast. He jumps out of the van, looking some pounds heavier, and into mother’s car. Unloading his booty in the back seat, he covers it with a blanket. Then he calmly walks back inside -- before mother gets worried, no doubt.
Some time later, my unsuspecting subject slowly, agonizingly walks back to his van. I am videotaping his progress. Getting into his vehicle, he sits for a moment. He peers about him. He opens the glove compartment. I do not have to be a lip reader to make out what colorful language he is capable of.
My disabled subject springs out of his van, stomps to the rear and throws open the doors. He commences throwing things. He thrashes about in a fury, like someone with Tourette’s. It’s a fine thing that video cameras are self-stabilizing, as I am laughing so hard I can’t see. As my unhappy subject, finding no one in sight, drives off, I must compose myself to follow him home.
Why did I not interfere, you will ask. Because: 1) No one was being physically injured or threatened; 2) My first obligation is to my client, and to do so would have blown my cover; and 3) I had all I could do to not pee in my pants.
What goes around, as they say, comes around. I often find this to be the case.