Sorry it's been a tiring couple of days for reasons other than this. @Mb I don't go to RIT anymore and I set my incriminating Facebook photos to "friends only" within like an hour of posting them as per Dud's hasty request. I appreciate the pm/concern though.
Yes, he's a police detective, from a suburb not far from my own.
News!
Thursday - day, at school
He gave me a bonus worry-day before he called back. When he did, I was in Physics so I ducked out and picked up.
"I'd like to set up a time when you can come in and we can talk."
"Well I'm in class today until 4:30, and tomorrow I'm working until 4, which is when you close if I'm not mistaken."
We haggle over scheduling and it becomes apparent that my daytime schedule next week is the busiest cluster**** of job training at the theater, class, and takehome tests I've had for months. He resolves that I'll have my face-to-face chat with him next Thursday at 8:30AM, bright and early. But there's no way I can let this sit for a week cluelessly.
"And can I ask what this is about?"
"Um. It's about an incident at the theater involving a credit card."
This is extremely relieving. If there's one place I don't do anything malicious, it's at my job. But now I'm a tad worried that I made a mistake and I'm getting in trouble for it. Not too worried, but still curious regardless.
"Oh, um o... kay. Can you tell me if I'm under investigation or if I'm being used as reference for someone else's?"
"You're identified as a person of interest in an investigation."
How lovely and vague.
Thursday - day, at the theater
I head over to my theater straight from school, because I figure interfacing with my employer would be a good-employee thing to do.
I head upstairs to the office where I find three of the managers (there are many). All claim this is the first they've heard of it, and they don't have any information on what I should or shouldn't say about the company. To myself I call bull****. You don't investigate an employee without talking to the employer. But whatever.
Thursday - night, at the theater
Quantum of Solace comes out tonight, so I'm back at the theater with two close friends. Long story short, we three get an auditorium for the midnight show to ourselves plus two managers because one of the prints still needs to be pre-screened. One manager I had talked to earlier that day, the other I'm decent friends with.
Before they run it, we're all chatting. One of the two managers (one that I'd talked to earlier that day) makes a joke along the lines of "if JT's not in jail tomorrow." The other manager pretends not to know about it, but when I begin to give him context to the joke he comes clean and says he was there when the detective came in, but can't tell me anything. He can see I'm pretty pissed. He sympathizes, so he and I take a walk down the stairs to talk. The whole ways he's saying he shouldn't be doing this.
A credit card number was stolen.
I was cashier for the last legitimate transaction.
After that, it was used at/for a hotel in NYC. I can't remember if he said it was used to rent the rooms or if it was used there.
I mention that there's no way I could memorize a guest's credit card number not only because I work so quickly, but also because I always spin the card while I'm waiting for it to authorize, making it unreadable. He says they already watched the tape and he agrees completely.
So that's where we are.
This is all good news I think. I doubt I'll get wrongfully charged or anything, and the tape really should say it all. The NYC thing does bug me a lot though:
1. I have obvious, general ties to New York having gone to RIT for a year, so I can't really say I have no interest in visiting New York.
2. Completely coincidentally an attractive female friend who goes to NYU just invited me to visit for Thanksgiving. Yes that's NYU in NYC. But she brought it up after I'd set up my playdate with Mr. Detective so whatever.
3. I have to pretend as though I don't know anything about the NYC thing because my manager-friend should not have mentioned it to me.
Like I said I'm not concerned, because I'm innocent, but I definitely want to look the least suspicious so that this can end quickly. How stupid.