Good morning one and all. I hope that you had a great Father’s day weekend. I also hope there was cake. There should have been cake. At least there always was when we celebrated for my dad. At least in my memory. Flowers for mon, cake for dad. Well cake or not it is time to get a new week started. So stretch those fingers and let’s get a wiggle on. Timers set? Forward, write.
Okay I like this one. I think I’ll have to pull it apart and stretch it out a bit because I think I packed too much into the little bit. But I like it. What a great way to start a Monday.
Monday, June 20th: “I can’t believe this was what you came up with.
“I can’t believe this was what you came up with,” I hissed at Cathy. She grinned, her perfectly white teeth gleaming from her face. The moon seem to catch them even as the paint she dark camouflage she smeared over her skin obscured the rest of her features. Normally I thought Cathy’s teeth were a little too streaight and a little too white to be completely natural. It was the effect of the veneers and constant application of tooth whitening strips. While all of my family had decent teeth, kept so with a combination of regular dentistry, there were the few odd crooked teeth here ant there that weren’t crooked enough to bother with any form of straightening. It was normal.
‘Well normal for me,’ I corrected. All of Cathy’s friends had the same unnaturally white and straight set of teeth. I occasionally had nightmares about it.
I shook off the thought as silly. But I knew this would feature in an upcoming nightmare at some point. ‘If I make it out of this.’
I tried not to sigh. This was easily the most foolish thing I had ever done. Still I couldn’t refuse. Parker had taken pictures of Cathy while they were dating, pictures that now that they were not dating, he was threatening to release to the public. I didn’t ask for details. However Cathy came up with a plan to get them back. I agreed to help but was finding it involved a lot more skull doggery than planned.
“I foolishly thought we would steal his cell phone and delete the pictures. Apparently that plan wouldn’t work as Parker liked to keep anything important off of his phone. He had in fact deleted the images at Cathy’s insistence after they broke up. She didn’t realize that he had already copied them out and stored them on his flash drive and computer.
Parker was out of town for the weekend and knowing he wouldn’t be checking his cloud storage I used my skills to nip in and delete all the ones he had stored there. To my surprise I found several other files with girl’s names on them and an accounting sheet showing monetary amounts transferred from the girls to him. I transferred the accountancy sheets to an external drive and then deleted all of the files stored in his cloud. I justified it as a way of covering my tracks. He would be less able to pinpoint who exactly deleted the pics if all of them were gone. I covered my electronic tracks as well and thought I was done until Cathy decided that it was nothing unless we secured the flash drive back up. I agreed, but somehow hadn’t expected that it would involve sneaking onto the property in the middle of the night. She informed me that if we were caught she would just tell them she was after a pair of shoes she left in the upstairs closet when they broke up.
My plan involved not getting caught. I didn’t want to actually rely upon her acting skills as a defense. I took out the surveillance cameras Parker had installed. While he trusted they would record anything that happened on his property, he didn’t really expect anything to. It was a just in case thing. There were no live guards or dogs. The cameras went black and as the locks were electronic and linked to a system, it too was easy to bypass. Sooner than expected, we were inside his house.
Parker had never been my favorite person,. Even when Cathy was dating him and planning to marry him. There was something off with him. He said the right things, did the right things and knew all the right people, but there was still a whiff about him that let you know he was off somehow. I avoided most contact with him while he and Cathy were dating and never expected to find myself in his house. Like him it looked right, but there was something off.
Ten til Midnight 