Her phone just kept ringing, and he had begun to worry. They started the day fighting, and she was still mad when she left for work. He hated her holding down two jobs, hated how useless he felt since the layoffs. That's what the fight was about: money. It was always about money. She was a doll, but still took too many risks, stupid risks. Her night job was at a fucking sleazepit diner he wouldn't wish on his enemies. He gave her mace and she's got a knife, but he still didn't want her working down there. He just wanted her to answer her phone, so he could tell her the good news. She could quit that damn job now, he finally came through.
He mugged three people today before hitting the jackpot. Some dumb rich lady came down the wrong alley, with a purse full of cash and credit cards. It was his lucky day.