I have such a story about this. My guy and I were in a terrible fight. The next morning, he went out to his truck, with his hood dented in. He assumed I did it. And to his credit, I was very hot headed in my younger days, so he assumed that I did something so childish, even though it had been years since I was an uber bitch...and NEVER damaged his property, event at the height of my bitchness.
So, I convinced him that I did not do it...but who did? It was so puzzling. I felt for weeks that there would always be that shred of doubt in his mind, and that killed me.
Well, one day, I went to the gas station at night and could see bare foot prints on my car hood. It hit me that for whatever reason, our teen neighbors must have been going on our vehicle hoods.
So, I knew that a single mom that lived near had her mom staying with her and her mom parked in the drive over night. So, I walked over to tell her to try to get her mom's vehicle in the garage if possible because I suspected the neighbor kids were stepping on vehicle hoods.
That young mom looked at me and said she knew that was happening, as she would see them on our hoods, shooting baskets into their hoop from our hoods....how nice of her to have told us sooner, eh?
So, I confronted the mom of the teens and the teens confessed, and I was off the hook.