The police squad that came around was fairly decent, but they didn’t really seem to be on the lookout for this type of crime; one of the cops confessed that he’d used the same ATM the night before and was genuinely impressed that I’d spotted it. Spending a couple of hours in the police station to give my statement (rather than going to the restaurant as initially planned) sucked, of course. I was shocked at how bad I was at describing the thieves, even though I’d seen them and talked to them.
Following up with the bank was similarly frustrating; the bank director told me he personally checked the ATM at opening and closing time, meaning the thieves installed and removed the card reader every night. I never found out if the other victims were made aware of the fact that their card details were stolen.
So, yes, thieves are brazen and smart; police are nice (sometimes) but helpless or just don’t care about these types of crime; and even though I did all I could to mitigate the situation, I still felt a bit shitty and helpless about the whole experience.