Vigilante Justice

There was a string of robberies while we were in one of the bigger towns. It's all well and good to say "lock your caravans", but locks mean very little to people intent on stealing from you. And a caravan isn't exactly Fort Knox.

The day of the first theft a man had been seen wandering around among the caravans. He was talking on a phone, or at least pretending. I believe when confronted he said he was looking for "Mary". Word spread that a shadowy figure had been seen wandering around the caravans, but even still, someone got robbed. Luckily, all they took was money out of her wallet and left the rest of her belongings alone.

Later, another caravan was broken into, only this time, a wallet with all the owner's important papers were inside. We're talking work visas and such.

People were getting nervous.

And then, one day, a man was seen walking nearby. Y recognized him based on the description he had heard of the suspicious man who had been seen among the caravan a few days before. That's when shit got real.

I saw one of the shop guys walking hurrying along and asked where he was going. He turned to me and said "We're going after the thief." A few more of the guys from the workshop as well as some of the musicians set off too.

You could feel the tension around the camp.

And then they caught him. They actually caught him and dragged him back to the circus. I ran to go find D so he could identify the guy as he had been one of the people who saw the creep the first time around. The cops were called and the man was taken in for questioning.

It takes some serious balls to come back to the scene of the crime a third time. Or a serious lack of brains, anyway. Of course, since no one actually saw him touch anything, there's no grounds to actually do anything to the guy. At the very least, I think we all felt a small sense of victory. And now the guy knows that you do not fucking mess circus because we will hunt you the fuck down.