Exhaling slowly, Gary placed his controller on the desk along with his headset. He then reached into the back of his closet and pulled out a dusty lockbox and its contents. Heading down to the apartment below him, he knocked on the door. Matt opened the door. "Why aren't you playing?" Matt asked with a puzzled face. "Excuse me for one minute," Gary said, stepping past Matt into the apartment.

"I swear, officer, I didn't mean to shove my husband out of the moving truck, and I want that put in the record."