
Today, Summer Chronicle. Because in the shadow of an enchanted forest of pines, araucarias and poplars a special threat lurks.
Like Sherwood, thieves hide there. Three, they say. It is also said that they know about every single curve Cave of foxes and hares, crisscrossed by paths of sand, pine needles and branches that can insidiously make strangers dizzy until they get lost.
Every now and then, at night, the trees emerge from the forest. three “elves” with long hands. They have benefited from a small neighborhood on the edge of nature’s lushness.
They almost walk on tiptoes. The face is covered with a scarf. Cap to hide the tell-tale hair. Backpack on the back. They advance through the gardens. Bar in hand. They are looking for a door. They enter. An alarm sounds. You know it. They turn off the siren and silence her. They grope, search, take: money, computers, jewelry… Whatever there is. And they get lost in the forest.
The attacks are repeating themselves more and more often and the neighbors have decided to take action: “Watched Neighborhood” posters, alarm companies. Fences. Security cameras, AI, motion detectors, dogs…
Nevertheless, the three strangers insist on returning as if all these paraphernalia didn’t exist. During a robbery, they locked a dog in the bathroom.
The last known robbery set the neighborhood apparatus in motion and the neighborhood WhatsApp lit up like a Christmas tree. This time it was a surprise the dry thunder of a shot. Are they armed?
It is said that the shot came from a neighbor. Is there an armed neighbor?
The thieves climb onto a roof, jump, escape and enter the darkness of the forest. They disappear. Was the shooting a deterrent or will they return armed?
The police arrive, but like every time they search for the clues in the dark and in vain. They disappeared like ghosts.
The neighbors regroup in the chat. In the style of Keaton and Allen in Manhattan Murder Mystery, they discuss ideas between emojis. But it’s not a joke. They give their opinion. They demand further meetings. Someone comes to the conclusion that the decision about security does not belong to them, but to the authorities. Another share a “useful” contact. They upload videos with images of the three suspects arriving, running, escaping…
The local police station is 500 meters away write it down by hand from time to time the signs of tourist cars that, at the beginning of the summer season, drive incessantly along a road crowned by an arch with the inscription “Cariló”.