Going, going, NOT gone?

I met with my property manager last Tuesday. They wouldn't annul my lease, but they know all about the assholes. He brought in 5 pages of dated complaints/violations, along with some pictures! He wanted her to look at them while he was there and she refused. She offered to move them to another apartment, which they didn't accept. Apparently they had a house for sale where they're from in Tennessee. It sold and they've found a house. The manager said she thought they were trying to get out of their lease and felt they'd be out by the end of this month.
They had been gone for a week on Friday. I heard them yesterday. They were moving stuff into his truck. I was excited. I thought for sure they were packing up! They had a dog and a dog house with them. I left and his truck was gone when I came back, but her piece of shit Sebring convertible was there. (I've always hated Sebrings because of their lack of quality, and now I have even more reason to despise them.) I didn't want to take a chance on them doing something to my car before they left so I parked in the office lot. Wouldn't you know her car was back in it's normal spot when I left this morning! PLEASE LEAVE!