I had just moved into a one room office at the end of a hallway on the ninth floor of an office building. I left for a while, and when I returned I found the door open. Walking into the office, I discovered that my computer and telephone weren't here. I ran from the office to another office at the other end of the hall. There I picked up a small telephone and pushed a button to talk with someone at the front desk of the building. I screamed, "Someone has stolen my computer!"

Someone answered and wanted to know where I was. I told them where I was and repeated that someone had robbed me. I requested that they call the police. After I hung up, I tried to think of what to do next, but was uncertain. It seemed ironic that I would have been so long in the Fort Worth Rock House without being robbed, and now the first day in the office I had been robbed.