"Naw, see," the woman sitting in the small, dingy office in one corner of the precinct says, shaking her head, "you gotta have an affadavit from the bank saying that you're officially disputing the charges."
"It's not a bank, it's Sprint, the phone company?" I explain again. "And I need a police report saying I filed a complaint with you guys so I can fill out their fraud report."
She looks at my ID and back to me, confused, says, "Wait, what's the name of the bank again?"