He already knew where she took his daughter and he intended on getting them both back. Nobody answered the first time, but she called the police when he returned later that evening.
He began an all night vigil of repetitive phone calls to her and her family. They were the only ones that would help her. She didn't have close friends; he'd made sure of that.
Still nothing. So, he bumped things up a notch by disabling her car. "Heh, heh, heh. Take that bitch!"
Apparently, she got it fixed in time for work that night. He pulled up to it in the parking lot and started letting the air out of the tires. He was stopped short when the 911 call went over the air, monitored by his portable scanner. "I'll be back."
The cat and mouse game was fun, but he knew it was time to get ready for his order of protection and eviction from his home. He would drag it out by refusing to answer the door for a couple days. He needed to get his sob story together for the serving officer too.
He didn't worry much about getting his "personal effects" packed. He had every intention of coming back soon. "She'll get lonely and depressed without me. How the hell is she going to take care of this place by herself?"
In the meantime, he decided to take advantage of some free time to party and get laid without keeping any secrets. Smiling, he started packing up all the valuables he could find.
His list of demands was all written up and set on the table. "We'll see how far you think this divorce idea is going to get you." He started with custody of their child, the pets, and $10,000 in cash. She could have the house; after all, he'd be back within a month or two.
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