Don't count on the police. I had my 74 Opel GT 1900 broken into and they got the stereo. Then vandalized the interior pretty bad. I guess they were expecting more and were frustrated there just wasn't anything else. I got it so my wife & I had something to drive while I rebuilt here 74 Super Beetle Convertible. Anyway, I only had No-Fault on it. The cops finally show up and take the report, but the cop says they know who is doing all the break-ins in the area. I say, "Great! Let's go get my stuff back!" He calmly says, "I'm just here to file a report so you will have something to give to your insurance agent". I tell him, "I just have No-Fault" He looks at me and slams his book shut and tells me, "WHY ARE YOU WASTING MY TIME THEN!" and storms off.
Needless to say the little bastards stole everything from every vehicle within a few miles, then started breaking into homes. They made a bad choice when they picked my elderly neighbor's house. The neighborhood was awakened by screaming and yelling. It sounded like someone was getting murdered! The little punks couldn't get the chain lock off the door, so my neighbor started hitting the bastard's hand with an old cast iron skillet. She got several good whacks in, but the bastard wouldn't stop. So she went to her Butcher Block, where she keeps all her knives, picks out a big, sharp one and stabs the bastards hand and pins it to the wall. Blood is all over the place, but he hears the sirens coming and pulls his hand away from the knife, slicing his hand in half. It was great! We chased him down, which was easy due to all the blood loss. The cops call an ambulance and they take him away. The cops start mentioning possible charges against my neighbor and we all go absolutely bonkers on them. In short, we just reminded them that if they had been doing their job, and picked these bastards up months ago, we wouldn't be going through this right now...WOULD WE!
The cops left and we all ended up doing shots until the sun came up. Then we barbecued some pig and drank beers for the rest of the day. Hope your ordeal has a happy, and not as twisted, ending as mine.
P.S. My elderly neighbor was quite the drinker. She must have had a hollow leg!