Alarm Lunatic

We get an alarm call at a residence at 8:30AM yesterday morning. Upon arrival, one officer notices the rear door is unlocked and calls several of us to search the house, just in case a crime has been committed. We go inside and search, finding nothing unusual. While in the upstairs bedroom, someone rings the doorbell. Someone pushes the button no less than a hundred times before we open it.

"This is my daughter's house," a gray haired woman with bulging eyes announces, pushing her way into the house.

"Okay," I say.

"Where is she?"

"Nobody's here," I say.

"Nobody? Oh my God. Oh my God, where are the children? She has three kids." She bursts into tears. She's completely out of control. "What are you guys gonna do? My daughter's missing?"

"How old is your daughter?" I ask.

"Thirty eight."

She looks over and sees a cell phone on the kitchen table. "Oh God, there's her cell phone. She doesn't go anywhere without it."

"She did today."

"She wouldn't have left her phone."

"When's the last time you talked to her?" I ask.

"We don't talk."

"Don't talk? So why do you think something weird's going on?"

"We just don't talk. I haven't spoken to her in weeks."

About this time the phone rings. It's her daughter. Nothing is wrong. She took her kids to the grocery store and forgot to secure the back door. I fought back the urge to call the mother an idiot.