Big Haus

I'm gonna find those motherfuckers and get my car back, you think. You call up Big Haus for advice. You can hear the engine in the background as you tell him about the car being stolen and the relief that you'll only have to endure a month's worth of womanhood. "HEH, well at least that's a silver lining brother! You gave 'em a lot worse than they gave you!", he said jovially.

"I guess you're right Big Haus. So what do I do about the car?", you inquire.

"Well, the way I see it, they could only be headed south back where you came from, seeing as they wouldn't want to run into the likes of any of us again. Did you by any chance have a security tracker on the car?"

You had totally forgotten about that. It had come with the car but you didn't really request it. It was standard. "Yes, as a matter of fact I did...", you muse.

"Look, all you gotta do is tell them you're a relative or something, or better yet, tell one of your relatives you're your girlfriend and you're worried about your boyfriend that's lost. Missing person's report. That sort of thing. They'll find the location of the car.", he made valid points.

"Hmm. I'll have to think about it.", you respond with uncertainty.