Randal took a taxi back to the apartment building where the marital home sat.
The cab had barely rolled to a full stop when he spotted trouble right away.
A tow truck crew was hauling his Porsche onto its flatbed, and two uniformed workers filled out paperwork beside the vehicle.
He sprinted over and threw his arms around the car's front bumper. "What are you doing? This car belongs to me!"
"Yours?" One of the workers glanced up at him. "You're Randal, right? You skipped out on the eighty-thousand-dollar security deposit and missed three straight months of lease payments, plus all your credit card bills. Let go right now, or we'll have you thrown in jail."
A sharp kick sent him tumbling backward, and his spine slammed hard against the concrete curb.
The sports car got towed away with
