Yesterday I made some phone calls. First I called the Santee Sheriff's station and was told to call the California Highway Patrol. I gave all of the information about the car and dispatch told me someone would be right out. (I wasn't expecting this, really, the car isn't in the way of traffic, it's not an emergency.)
Eight hours later, at the same time we were leaving to go shopping, a CHP car was behind the abandoned car. We went over and spoke with the officer. He told us the car wasn't registered to anyone in this neighborhood or area. So, he tagged it and if and when it's still there in seventy-hours it will be towed.
Brian mentioned to me on our way to Walmart (needed more baby food for Katie - she's eating less and less and sleeping more, her time is nearing, her chin is huge) that he thinks they're back to selling drugs around the corner again. And he wouldn't doubt if it was one of their customers who can't remember where they left their car. I had to laugh, I can imagine calling the tow yard every couple of days "Yeah, do you have a white Ford Mustang, plate number.....?"
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