Got the call Wednesday night for a B.O.B. (bondsman off bond) pickup. A B.O.B. is when the bondsman is uncomfortable with the situation for whatever reason and no longer wants to be responsible for the Bailee. It could be because they have reason to believe the Bailee is planning to flee, as in a recent arrest in Lancaster (someone remind me to tell that story sometime), or the Bailee is not checking in as they are supposed to, or misses payments. The bondsman has broad discretion to drop the bond at any time.
B.O.B. arrests are usually simple affairs, as the Bailee is not yet a fugitive and doesn't usually have reason to expect us, so isn't hiding. That depends on the bondsman, though, and if they don't play it right they can spook the Bailee.
This one was supposed to be a simple one, and the bondsman went with me to the bailee's address Wednesday night. No-one was home, and we ran down a few other possibilities with no luck. Then Thursday night after a promotional photo shoot we went back out (The Boss, Miss M, Master P, me, and some local talent that fills in sometimes) and tried again. Still not home.
Then last night I got the call at half past midnight that Doc had spotted the Bailee's vehicle at his address. I headed down to pick up The Boss, and we met Doc at the house. The Bailee wasn't home, but his wife was. It took convincing to get her to open the door, but she finally did, after calling the police. We searched the house and he wasn't there, and she kept police dispatch on the phone the whole time. She kept telling us we couldn't be there (wrong) and didn't want to give us any information about her husband. When the cop got there he explained to her that we could go there any time, and that didn't help her mood much. Finally the dispatcher broke in and said "Ma'am, why are you acting like this?"
Eventually we got her to tell us he was at his parents' house, but wouldn't tell us where it was. Unbeknownst to her, we already had the address of his parents' house in Lancaster. Just before we set out, Doc's Suburban broke down. The Boss and I called in Miss M and another local guy, who met us at my place and we headed to the desert.
The rest is boring. We got there, pounded on the door, he came out, and I'm typing this on the way back to L.A.