Gutted for you mate i really am, but let me tell you of something that has happened TWICE to me
Both times in Central London
I work alot of nights and unsociable hours, anyway ( we will use the 1st time as an example) i was stopped at a set of traffic lights by waterloo station roughly 16.00 on a friday afternoon, Window is open its friday and im going home ( been paid, usual stuff tunes on heading to the pub) bloke came up to the window of the van with a knife, puts knife through window missing my neck he wasnt close but close enough, i do the window up while pushing his hand out with the other ( NOW CHECK THIS)
He gets into the passenger seat of the car behind me and they drive off, he wanted me out and the keys to the van, i see him in the mirror and they turn off, im straight on the phone to the Met Police, give them the car reg and a description.
I carried on following them all the way to croydon, keeping a distance, no police turned up, i phone croydon police as thats now where we are, asking why have they not turned up?, told a unit will attend a i give them running commentary and still nothing, by this time we are now on the M23 heading south, so over an hour now, still nothing,
I phoned surrey police telling them that i have already phoned MET police and the croydon lot and still nothing, you know i followed them all the way to near Gatwick and not 1 F888888G copper turned up or even phoned back to ask for details or any information or even if i was OK, they blokes in the car Knew i was following but never sped up or slowed down nothing, to this day or even on the second occasion i have never heard back from over any incident, as far as im concerned ( this area anyway) they are more interested in being seen to be PC over anything,.
I wont go into detail over ethnic origin of the fella, but i now carry a bat in the van, it will be a lot more use than ringing the old bill in the future ( hopefully not a 3rd time)
Anyway good luck with the van but if im honest, if mine was stolen i dont think i would want it back knowing some thieving sod has his mits over my pride and joy.