Surveillance sounded exciting, but sitting in your vehicle, for hours on end, waiting for your target to make a move was anything but exciting. It sucked. Cassie sat in her van across the street from the Schmidts' house, bored as ass, for only a couple of hours, but the time dragged at a snail's pace. She watched Chase come home for lunch and then leave. She watched as Tricia rolled out the garbage bin to the side of the road. She watched as Tricia pulled the weeds from her front flower garden.Stuck in her vehicle with nothing but time, Cassie found herself thinking about her life. It had been turned upside down and dredging through memories didn't give her a single reason as to why her seemingly perfect marriage failed so epically. Around one in the afternoon Cassie's phone buzzed with a message. She didn't have to look to know that it was from Greg, but she was curious.Nice, was all it read. Growling, she tossed her phone onto the passenger seat. She was far too pissed to
By the time Cassie got home, Eryn was already in bed, so she couldn't ask when Ben would be coming home. She might be missing him. Hmmm.Then again, it could be her slutty hormones that were missing him. Exhausted, Cassie crawled over the boxes and bags of clothes that crowded her room and plopped into bed. Thoughts of her rendezvous with Ben crept into her mind. Mostly, she hoped for a repeat performance. Snuggling under the blankets, she continued to reminisce until dosing off.Cassie woke early and headed to the kitchen for coffee. She was happy to find Eryn at the table enjoying hers. "Hey, how did yesterday go?" Eryn asked."Not so great. I might have a lead, but I have no idea where it's going." Cassie didn't want to discuss her psycho vengeance antics."I was referring to your visit to the house, and you know it." Eryn glared at her, knowing Cassie was intentionally avoiding the topic."It went fine. I got everything I wanted. I just need to find time to unpack e
Tuesday morning went much the same as Monday. Cassie followed a jean-clad Tricia to the dentist and to the grocery store. Then she followed her home and waited. Just after ten, Tricia strolled out of the house wearing another sexy dress, this time red. Curiosity arched Cassie's brow. There was definitely something going on.Cassie followed her to the same pet store as yesterday, parked, and waited. Over an hour later, Tricia emerged from the store, once again, smiling and empty-handed. What the hell? Knowing Tricia would be going home to have lunch with Chase, Cassie decided she had time to check the place out. She parked in front of the pet store and went inside. The store seemed small, but the shelves were well-stocked and clean. Strolling leisurely down the aisles, her eyes scanned around for clues. An Employees Only door at the back of the store caught her eye; she had to know what or who might be behind it. She loitered around the store, for a couple of minutes, unti
A black Camaro pulled up in front of the Schmidt house around two in the afternoon, snapping Cassie out of her surveillance coma. Shrinking back in her seat, she watched as Tricia emerged from the house, dressed as the floozy alter ego, and got into the Camaro. As they pulled away from the curb, Cassie recorded the plate number. "Finally! God, I hope this is the guy." Cassie pulled out onto the street to tail them and followed the Camaro to the Green Valley Country Club, just north of the city. Since she wasn't a member, she parked in the visitor lot, snagging a spot with a decent view of the road, so she could see when the Camaro drove out. Settling in for another long wait, she whipped out her phone and texted Daniel the plate number. He texted back: I'm on it.Cassie replied: Anything else on Jenna? Not yet. Randy has me running: he replied. "Well, this sucks," she said to her puppy. They had been waiting for over an hour and the puppy was starting to squirm. Tricia
Cassie kept her watch on the Schmidt house until just before it was time to go to karate class. She took off early, so she could park at the office and walk because she didn't want to risk Tricia recognizing the van. When she arrived at the karate studio parking lot, she walked over to Eryn's truck and got inside.Eryn was dressed in black yoga pants and a pink fitted t-shirt. Her freshly curled blonde mane draped lazily down her back, and her makeup was flawless. "Don't you look lovely?" Cassie giggled. "I'm so nervous." Eryn's face flushed, and she looked nauseous."I have something to help distract you. It's in the van. You'll have to drive because I parked at the office."They pulled up to the van, and Cassie jumped out and went to retrieve her puppy. She stuffed him under her hoodie and climbed back into the truck. Curious, the little guy poked his face out through the neckline and looked around."Oh my God! He's adorable!" Eryn squealed, snatching the puppy. Snuggl
Cassie sat alone in the kitchen, eating her drive-thru burger in silence. She scanned the room and released a contented sigh. She loved the Miller house. It was a spacious bungalow with a living room that had a stone fireplace in the center of the room that vented up into the ceiling. Furniture surrounded the fireplace to make it the coziest place in the whole world. The living room opened up to a dining room, just off the kitchen and the dinette that she sat at occupied a small corner of the trendy kitchen. Eryn and Ben recently renovated the kitchen, and the white cabinetry and black slate countertops seemed more modern than what you would expect a farm kitchen to look like, but it worked. The appliances were stainless steel, and everything was pristine. How Eryn managed, this, that, and everything still boggled Cassie's mind because she couldn't comprehend being that organized.The house had four bedrooms and three bathrooms. Eryn and Ben had the two bedrooms with private, adjo
"What happened? Jesus!" Randy rushed to her side, lifting her chin to survey the damage as she sobbed louder. His concern for her plight only made her feel worse."I can't do this anymore." She paused, trying to catch her breath between sobs. "My life sucks balls, and I'm an emotional mess. I'm sorry you had to see this. I probably look like the walking dead right now."Randy released her chin and shrugged. "You've had a shitty week. You don't need to explain."Cassie tried to compose herself, but the tears kept coming. She felt like an idiot because Randy had never seen her fall apart before. It didn't seem to faze him, but it embarrassed her just the same."Why are you here?" She sniffed, choking on the words. She needed to get a hold of her emotions but couldn't stop the tears."Jason called to discuss video surveillance. He'll be coming by the office tomorrow to sign the consent forms and drop off the key. He told me he gave you a couple of days off." He paused. "I though
They arrived at Randy's house a few minutes later. Cassie shuddered, realizing they were not going to a bar. Given her overactive erratic behavior, being alone with Randy might not be the best idea. Adding alcohol to the mix probably wouldn't mesh well with her hyperactive hormones."I thought you said we were going for drinks?" Trying to sound casual, she clenched her fists, digging her nails into the flesh. She knew the answer but was dreading the words."We are, but I'm not taking you to a bar looking like that. People will think you're a whore, and I beat you." Randy gestured towards her fat lip.She giggled despite her nervousness, knowing he had a valid point. "Fair enough. I hoped no one would notice, but honestly, I feel too shitty to care what anyone thinks." Following Randy into his house, she scanned the newer, bi-level home, thinking it seemed enormous for just one man. Randy didn't have a wife, so he could live however he chose. The entire house was a bachelor's w