All Chapters of Third Eye P.I.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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 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

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

Cassie and Randy entered the office and greeted Daniel. He sat slumped at Cassie's desk, looking tired yet focused on the computer screen. He glanced their way to acknowledge their arrival. "Hey." He sounded as though he had a rough night, too."So, Daniel, I hear you got suckered into a puppy," Cassie teased, trying to coax his attention from the screen. He motioned towards the waiting room where a chubby yellow lab puppy dozed under a chair. "Little bitch kept me up all night whining, and now she sleeps?" Daniel rolled his eyes dramatically. "Bloody hell. It's like having a child." Cassie made a move towards the puppy, but Randy playfully shoved her aside, lovingly scooped up the puppy, and whisked her away to his office."What's her name?" Cassie turned back to Daniel."Petunia.""Awwwww." She melted a little. "I love the name.""I thought I needed a lady in my life." His tone perked up, and he grinned, and his sexiness factor ricocheted off the scale. Seriousl

Cassie pulled into the office parking lot just as Daniel climbed off his motorcycle. The sunset behind him created an enticing silhouette of his body against the bike, and a swarm of unspeakable images invaded her perverted mind. It didn't help that he had several things going for him that she found utterly mouth-watering: a sexy, mystery accent, a motorbike, and not to mention, his orgasmic touch."If he has tattoos, I won't be able to contain myself," Cassie muttered, peeling her dirty self out of the van. As she walked towards him, her trepidation increased.Daniel looked up from whatever he was doing with the bike and nodded a hello."So, are we good to go? I want to get this over with, as soon as possible. It's ladies' night." Moving past him, she strolled towards the garage that housed the office surveillance van. The white cargo van had Mona's Cleaning Service decaled in bright purple on the side. Randy insisted that the van have a cover name, so people wouldn't be sus