at the end of my driveway and we went straight to Gents, it should be fine. I could have him make some turns and cut through a subdivision to make sure no one was following us. I laughed to myself because that sounded ridiculous. No one was even going to see me leave, much less follow us.
“Alright, I’ll go. But my mask better be gorgeous.”
“You got it, babe. Purple and teal with glitter and feathers, even.”
I shook my head. “You already got me a mask, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did. We’re going to look fabulous.”
“Okay, I just want to say for the record, this is like the worst idea ever. I’ll text you when he goes to bed.”
Roman
A sound from the living room interrupted my reading. I’d gone to bed about an hour before but hadn’t been able to fall asleep. I lay my e-reader to the side and listened. At first, I thought maybe I’d imagined it, but then I heard the door that led out to the patio slide open slowly. I slid on my shoes, grabbed my gun, and slipped out of the room. I crept quietly down the hall and pushed Trey’s door open, only to find an empty bed. I chuckled to myself.
So most likely not an intruder at all. Instead, it looked like Trey was having a hard time sleeping. I went down the stairs to join him. Maybe a movie would help us both to get some sleep, but the lights were all out downstairs. His laptop sat closed on the bar, and he was nowhere to be found. I slipped out the patio door to check if he was outside, and I saw a figure moving along the tree line towards the river. What the fuck? The full moon lit up the backyard, and it was easy to tell that was Trey. Where was he going?
I waited until he made it to the riverbed and around the fence out of sight and then ran after him. I wasn’t worried about him getting away, the neighbor's house wasn’t far. The other places to go were either the road or the river, and he would be easy to spot heading to either. Sure enough, as soon as I rounded the fence, I saw him heading back up towards the road. Unlike the Senator’s house, the neighbor didn’t have a fence or a gate, so it was a clear shot from here to the road. I could’ve caught him, but I wanted to see where he went.
If he was sneaking off to meet someone, this could be the missing piece to this whole thing. Maybe he was having an affair with a married woman or dating some girl that our letter writer didn’t think was appropriate for him. That might explain the references to wickedness and disgrace. I edged along the tree line, staying out of sight. He was moving quickly and not even checking around him. Did he not even remember that he had a potential stalker after him?
I made it to the road in time to see him slip into a dark blue sedan and ride off. Well, well, didn’t this just get more interesting? I opened the tracker app on my phone that allowed me to track his movements and jogged back to the pool house. Putting that tracker on his phone might seem like a violation of his privacy, but if he didn’t know it was there, he would be less likely to divulge that information accidentally if he were taken. Or less likely to ditch the phone if he decided to turn runner.
I followed the little red dot’s location on my phone. They didn’t seem to be in a hurry, and because his laptop and all his things were still at the pool house, I felt confident he wasn’t taking off, but I wanted to see what he was up to. My gut told me this was important information for identifying our stalker.
I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, grabbed my keys, and placed my phone in the car holder so I could watch the tracker. By the time I headed out on the road, they were nearing the downtown area. I took a shortcut I knew to get me there, but before I made it, the car had stopped. According to the map, it was sitting at the corner of seventh and pine—an area I was all too familiar with. Now, wasn’t that interesting.