Where+are+the+Coins

It was 2:15 am. I arrived at the scene. It was still raining cats and dogs. I quickly ran into the house before I got soaked. I saw who I thought was George, so I walked up to him and said, “Hi, my name is Jake Gibson. You must be George.” “Yes, I am,” he said. “So, tell me what happened,” I said. “I was sleeping and I heard a noise downstairs. I went to turn on the light, but the power was out. I grabbed my flashlight off my nightstand and slowly started down the stairs. I got to the bottom of the stairs and heard another noise. It sounded like it came from the living room. I walked over there and saw a man in all black stealing my coin collection. I yelled at him and he ran out the door. I ran over to the door and turned on the porch light to see him better, but he was already out in the middle of the street and the light didn’t do much good. Then he hopped into his car and took off.” “Did you get the license plate off the car?” “No, I didn’t. After that I ran to the phone and called you guys.” “So you didn’t even see what kind of a car it was or anything that would help us find the robber?” “No, I told you that the power was out and I couldn’t see a thing. My flashlight batteries aren’t the best,” George added. Then I called his three closest neighbors into the office the next day to question them. “So, Maurice, what were you doing last night around 12:00 pm?” “I was sitting in the living room listening to my batter-powered radio, waiting for the power to come back on.” “You didn’t leave your house around then?” “No, I got home about 8:00 pm and I was in all night after that.” I called in Betty Smith who said, “I was home all night and I didn’t even know that the power went out.” Then I called in Jan Anderson. “I got home around 10:00 pm and didn’t leave home after that.” // Who did it? //
 * Where are the Coins? **