Car trouble

In May my sweet hubby took me for a long weekend to the beach for my birthday. Son Jake was to stay with hubby's parents, Jakes grandparents. Well, Jake pulled a fast one on Gramma and Poppie, he left like he was going to the bus stop, but of course, he didn't really do that. The first day, a Thursday, he went and hung out all day with a lady who we call his fairy god mother. She is very wealthy and if he helps her do any little thing she gives him $$. He told her he had missed the bus. She SHOULD have taken him to school right then, oh well, Jake is not her responsibility. The second day, a Friday, he left like going to the bus again and again did not do that. I am unsure what he did all that day. Saturday and Sunday Gramma took him to the park and to the lake and dropped him off to play for the day. When hubby and I return on Sunday around 2PM, while unloading the SUV we drove down, hubby calls to me, "Cin what happened to your car??". I run to the garage and there is my car, a Toyota Camrey, with a smashed front quarter panel. Then we notice that the garage door and track and wall were bashed as well. Hubby decides "someone" tried to seal my car and proceeds to call the Sheriff. I knew immediately that Jake was the culpret. Hubby didn't want to believe it. We and Sheriff railed on Jake and he would not confess. Sheriff took the statements and left. The next day Jake confessed to his dad, saying he was going to back it out to wash it. Yeah, right. Lay out of school, wreck Mom's car, lie about it, Happy Birthday Mom.