That's what I said.
I came home and it was gone, found out he had been in my apartment.
But he kept changing his story, first he was there.
Then he didn't go in, just looked in from outside, then he went in but kept a close eye on the people he had with him (some appraisers or something, think he was wanting to sell.)
He tried to blame my brother, because I had been letting him stay there for a few weeks.
But that was bullshit, because first of all.
My brother already had one, and WTF would he need it for?
To sell? If he wanted money he'd just beg me for it (and he did, but that's a whole other problem.)
And second, if he HAD taken it I would have beaten the fuck out of him.
So, because he kept changing his story we all knew he was full of shit.
It wasn't broken into, because it was locked when I came home.
Cops couldn't do shit, because in NC landlords can come into your place WITHOUT telling you they're gonna be there.
So I was basically fucked.