As I waited for the police to arrive, I watched as he went to the drive to access his car.  I then remembered I'd given Richard the key!  I watched as he knocked on Richard's door but there was no answer.  It was late, they were probably in bed.  My mind was reeling from what he had said.  Surely he hadn't killed the guinea pigs - I still didn't believe he would be capable of that.  I looked out of the window and still felt sorry for him.  He had a polo shirt on, no coat as that was still draped over the bannister and it was a cold February night.  I picked up his jacket and went out.  I threw it at him and then went and knocked on Richard's door.  Richard finally came to the door in his dressing gown.  I apologised for waking him and asked if he could give me the key.  He could see by my face that something was very wrong.  I explained that I had thrown him out and he could sleep in the car.  Richard asked if I was ok and I told him I had phoned the police.  He gave me the key and shut the door.  I threw the key to him and told him to sleep in the car.  He was completely stuck, he couldn't drive the car as the clutch had gone, so I knew he would have to sleep in car all night.  I went back indoors.

I collected all his stuff together and put it in bin bags and put it by the front door.  The police arrived and while one officer questioned me, another went to question him.  I told the officer the whole story including his admission of killing the guinea pigs.  The officer went to question him.  He returned and told me that he had denied saying it to me.  He asked if I wanted to press charges.  I said no.  They gave me advise and left.

The following morning, I saw Richard was fixing the car and he was hovering on the driveway.  I started to take the bin bags out to him.  I didn't speak, I just left the bags on the driveway and shut the door.  Some 3 hours later the car was fixed and he left.  I was too angry to cry.  What a fool I'd been (again)!