Morning everyone I hope you had a fabulous weekend. We …got a lot of rain. So most of the plans were jettisoned for indoor activities. But that’s not all bad. It is still cloudy but there is the possibility it might remain dry today. Maybe there will even be sun. You never know. For now, there is the morning prompt. So timers set and off we go.
I think I started off with one idea and then got hit with another one mid story so I got a bit twisted. I might untwist this later. I also think this may end up being a murder mystery story. but those require a bit of extra planning. Just for clue planting if nothing else. We’ll see.
Monday, April 28th: He watched from the shadows.
He watched from the shadows. They thought they were so sneaky. He had no trouble following them to their rendezvous. He frowned to himself. How stupid did they think he was. That he wouldn’t catch on? The secret glances, the new perfume and jewelry.
He hoped it wasn’t true. That he was seeing something that wasn’t there. But no. He called telling Gina he was working late tonight. She said she was going out with friends for a girl’s night. She was practically giddy when she announced it. He hoped that when he followed her that he would see a group of women hoisting margaritas.
He hadn’t.
Instead he saw a car pick up Gina. He knew she wouldn’t have ordered it as he checked the bank statements. She used her own car and never ordered one to pick her up. Someone else would have done that in case he checked.
He was already parked a few blocks over and easily slipped into traffic without being noticed. She was taken across town and dropped off in front of a restaurant. He met her there. Thomas.
Greg watched as there was a kiss hello that was far from general friendliness. But who was to see, who was to know? No one either of them knew frequented this side of town, or if they did they were hiding their own nefarious undertakings. No one would tell on them. Especially not to Greg.
As he watched them go into the building, he wondered who knew. How many people knew? Greg felt his anger deflate.
It was done, what did it matter who knew? He drove down the street and turned back to the office. He would set up the paperwork for the divorce and bring them home. He wanted to know the truth before proceeding and now he did. There would be no point in brooding over it. At least not now. Later, when what needed to be done was done, he could brood.
Greg pulled back into the office building and went upstairs. The building had night security but it had not come on duty yet. No one saw him leave and no one saw him return. There were others in the building, he knew. He also knew when the security guard came on duty for the night shift, the cars would be noted. If anyone asked, he would have been in the office.
‘Exactly where I told them I would be.’
He figured when he told Gina he knew about the affair and the restaurant, she might assume that he hired a PI and had a slew of photos to back him up. He hoped that would just make it a neat and clean ending instead of a drawn out messy divorce. He would not splash her infidelity over the courts and they could just sever ties.
He shook his head. They had been heading this way for a while, he just thought that they would end things first. He hated the feeling of betrayal more than anything. Greg returned to his office and settled back at his desk. He turned on his computer and found that several e-mails came in. ‘Might as well do the work first,’ he thought. Greg started answering the messages sending out the responses and in some cases getting replies back.
‘Apparently I did need to work late,’ he thought wryly as he hit send on another message. He had been at his desk for a little over two hours when the phone rang. It was the security guard. The police were here. There had been an incident.
Ten til Midnight 