Seventy-nine

Dexter’s face was grim as his eyes scanned the envelope he had received from his Private Investigator. He tore it open impatiently and shook all the contents out. The first thing his eyes fell on were the photos. He put the envelope back on the table and lifted the photographs. In all of them was Freda Pryce and the same guy at different locations.

In the first one, they were at a local pub. In the second one they were walking in the street and in the last one they were standing in the parking lot of the city’s main hospital. What Dexter could not understand was the close ties between her and this man, that he now knew was a gynaecologist; thanks to the power of thorough investigation.   

He let the pictures f