So a little followup from yesterday:
About 7:00 p.m., we hear a frantic, blood-curdling scream from upstairs. I bolt out onto the landing to assess what's going on as my upstairs neighbor comes running down the stairs with a towel over her face and her blouse torn. She's clearly been struck. She manages to gasp out that someone is in her apartment with a knife and her kids are in the apartment. So... I grab my baseball bat and start up the stairs while my wife, a pizza delivery guy and one of the neighbors call 911. I get to the next landing and the neighbor is telling us it's her husband, and he tried to stab her. He's on the landing above us, waiting for her. I figure, hey, I'm here and in the way, he will have to go through me to get down the stairs but he's not coming my way. GPD show up (6 cars in total, again, love most of the local constabulary) and I move back into our apartment. They take the husband into custody and his wife again comes down stairs, seeking safety. We bring her into our place while officers escort him to one of the patrol cars. She gives her statement to an officer and then she has a good cry while talking with my wife (her counseling background had kicked in immediately) while waiting for the other social services folks to arrive so she could go to a shelter with her kids.
The neighbor is still in holding from what I understand of it.
About 7:00 p.m., we hear a frantic, blood-curdling scream from upstairs. I bolt out onto the landing to assess what's going on as my upstairs neighbor comes running down the stairs with a towel over her face and her blouse torn. She's clearly been struck. She manages to gasp out that someone is in her apartment with a knife and her kids are in the apartment. So... I grab my baseball bat and start up the stairs while my wife, a pizza delivery guy and one of the neighbors call 911. I get to the next landing and the neighbor is telling us it's her husband, and he tried to stab her. He's on the landing above us, waiting for her. I figure, hey, I'm here and in the way, he will have to go through me to get down the stairs but he's not coming my way. GPD show up (6 cars in total, again, love most of the local constabulary) and I move back into our apartment. They take the husband into custody and his wife again comes down stairs, seeking safety. We bring her into our place while officers escort him to one of the patrol cars. She gives her statement to an officer and then she has a good cry while talking with my wife (her counseling background had kicked in immediately) while waiting for the other social services folks to arrive so she could go to a shelter with her kids.
The neighbor is still in holding from what I understand of it.