Stolen car...found car

So last Thursday night Zac's Honda Accord got stolen from outside of our apartment complex. We didn't think we lived in the "hood" until this incident occured. It was quite devestating to the two of us. We immediately started assessing the situation and how were going to make our work schedules work with one car. Some of our options were Zac rides his bike 15 miles in 107 degree weather, I just quit my job, or I pick Zac up from Walgreens (where he works) a good five hours after he gets off. For some reason we weren't loving any of theses options so we got on our knees and pleaded that we would recieve some good fortune.
A couple of days went by with no sign of a car and our high hopes of the car being found were depleting. My siblings were kind enough to offer selling us their cars, but unless they were willing to make a deal about three thousand under the four thousand they were asking for, we were both out of luck.
So Saturday night rolls around, it was two o'clock in the morning and I was tired. I felt like I should pray specifically that our car be found. I laid in bed and couldn't fall asleep. About 30 minutes later Zac's cell phone rings. It is a cop asking us if we had reported a stolen car. He found it. We had to drive out to the middle of nowhere to pick it up in the middle of the night. Turns out the guy who stole the car sent the policeman on a wild goose chase. He drove off into an open neighborhood with lots of trees, parked the car and booked it. The cops could not catch him. Fortunately, but kind of creepy, the only thing he took from Zac's car, aside from his spoiler, was the ax my dad gave him for Christmas. So to make a long story short, there is a fugitive out there who knows where we live and has our ax. Am I sort of scared? YES!!