A girl told me the story:
Sitting at her house, Daddy and a friend, drank a little, well, and went to the store - to eat something to buy in the morning, and to drink more... they went with her favorite dog. It is clear that after an hour began to worry - they, too, with the dog disappeared. These two idiots came after two hours, but the main thing - what happened to them: came to the store, gave money to the bombs, go out - no phones at both, went to the police station - they wrote a statement, ran around the city in a bubble, found the bombs as a result (it must be noted that the dog was in the hands of the dad all this time), the bombs were forced to confess, but they naturally did not have phones. So, therefore, the whole essence of the story is that the phones quietly lay on the table at home.