Time to move

This morning I was sitting at work chit chatting with my coworkers about a duplex we found when Maor called.

He said cool as a cucumber, "Hunny, the neighbor is here. Hes crying. He said someone kidnapped his mother-in-law and is demanding 4 thousand dollars or they are going to kill her. I dont know what do to."

I should have noticed his tone of voice but I flipped out and yelled, "What do you mean you dont know what to do? Tell him to call the police!"

Maor said, "He says they are going to kill her if he calls the police. Ok. I'll deal with it."

And he hung up.

I tried to call him back. No answer.

I sat there for a couple minutes and tried again. No answer.

I looked at my coworker. She said I should go home to make sure everything was ok.

So I ran home. 

No one home. No Maor. No neighbors. No answer to my phone calls.

I waited 10 minutes before I got in my car and headed back to work. I left Maor one final voicemail "YOU BETTER CALL ME RIGHT NOW OR IM CALLING THE POLICE MYSELF!"

2 minutes later he called back. There was a lot of noise in the background. I screamed "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU??!"

He was at the grocery store...which is where the nearest branch of our bank is. He went there with the neighbor who was supposedly on the phone with his mother in laws kidnappers and instead of writing his bank account number he wrote "Call the police."

The neighbor freaked out when the police got there and had to be tackled into a display of toilet paper.

They arrested him for extortion.

Maor didnt call me back because all this was going down and he had to talk to the police. 

I should have known he had it handled. Hes called me when hes stressed out before and hes usually 

yelling. The lack of yelling should have been a big hint. I missed that. 

We need to move.