"Hello?" I ask groggily.
"This is the police," the voice says. "Do you know who's driving your car?"
I look out the window at the parking lot below. "It's... gone," I say. "I... have no idea."
They send an officer to take a report. I do remember someone who had come to the door a couple weeks earlier. I hadn't let him in, but from the porch he had been able to see that I kept my car keys hanging on a hook by the front door.
That night, he had manipulated the back sliding door into opening, crossed through the apartment, and retrieved the keys from where they hung near the front. All downstairs.
After a high-speed chase, which ended at his girlfriend's house, the police caught him hiding under the bed with the keys in his pocket.
Anyway, that's my personal anecdote. I don't propose that anyone confuse it with data or use it to decide policy. But I still sometimes thank the stars that I and my new family slept peacefully that night.