Jason muttered, “It was a dark and stormy night,” as he turned onto the wet street. Jason only hoped that this evening didn’t turn into a lousy dime store novel.
She was right where she said she’d be, wearing a red parka, on the corner of Third and Main. He pulled over and got out, walking toward her.
“Laura?”
“Yes, You’re Jason?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“He’s still following me!”
“Who’s following you? Where?” Jason looked around the empty street, but there was no one in sight. Glancing around nervously, Laura pointed over her shoulder. “There”
Jason looked in the direction she indicated—nothing but blackness.
“There’s no one there.”
“He’s there. I saw him!” Laura was near hysteria.
“Ma’am, you called me out here at this ungodly hour to tell me you think someone is following you, but there’s no one there. No Sale.” He turned to leave.
“There’s this too.” She reached into a pocket of her parka. “I found this today on my dresser.”
He stopped in his tracks and reluctantly faced her again.
Laura held an envelope in her hand. Jason took it.
The ripped envelop held a single sheet of white paper, with three words typed in old typeface—I’m watching you.
Handing it back to her. “You found this when and where?”
“This morning on my bedroom dresser. He’d been in my house, In my Room.” Laura’s hand holding the letter shook, and she was pale as if she was about to faint.
“I understand.”
He tried to sound sincere, but a nagging doubt floated in the back of his mind. He hated when that happened. It never ended well.
He thought about his next move as he looked around the street more carefully.
“Tell you what, you leave. I’ll lag behind a bit. Then I’ll shadow you and see if anyone is following you. Give me your address. I’ll meet you there in a bit.” She handed him a paper with her name and address on it.
Jason glanced at it. She lived in the “High Rent District,” which indicated his research was correct. She could afford him. As she started to walk away, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
Laura pushed him away in surprise. “What?”
“That was for anyone watching. We’re lovers, planning a meet later.” He patted her ass as she turned to leave, and she jumped slightly at his pat. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks turned visibly pink in the dim streetlight revealing her embarrassment.
He stifled a smile and had to admit he enjoyed the play.
As Laura disappeared down the street, Jason pretended to head back in the other direction. At the corner, he faded into the blackness and waited.
He didn’t wait long.
An equally shadowy figure slipped out of the black and waked toward him. “Damn, she was right. There is someone following her.”
Jason grinned as he hugged her. “She bought it. Hook Line and sinker. She swears she’s being stalked.”
“She is. Now.”
Together they followed Laura for several blocks until she reached her townhome. The woman grabbed his arm. “Well, lover boy, time for you to do what you are so good at, make her fall in love with you.”
Jason kissed the woman. “No worries, love. Within a week, I’ll convince her to sign all her assets to me.”
She was right where she said she’d be, wearing a red parka, on the corner of Third and Main. He pulled over and got out, walking toward her.
“Laura?”
“Yes, You’re Jason?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“He’s still following me!”
“Who’s following you? Where?” Jason looked around the empty street, but there was no one in sight. Glancing around nervously, Laura pointed over her shoulder. “There”
Jason looked in the direction she indicated—nothing but blackness.
“There’s no one there.”
“He’s there. I saw him!” Laura was near hysteria.
“Ma’am, you called me out here at this ungodly hour to tell me you think someone is following you, but there’s no one there. No Sale.” He turned to leave.
“There’s this too.” She reached into a pocket of her parka. “I found this today on my dresser.”
He stopped in his tracks and reluctantly faced her again.
Laura held an envelope in her hand. Jason took it.
The ripped envelop held a single sheet of white paper, with three words typed in old typeface—I’m watching you.
Handing it back to her. “You found this when and where?”
“This morning on my bedroom dresser. He’d been in my house, In my Room.” Laura’s hand holding the letter shook, and she was pale as if she was about to faint.
“I understand.”
He tried to sound sincere, but a nagging doubt floated in the back of his mind. He hated when that happened. It never ended well.
He thought about his next move as he looked around the street more carefully.
“Tell you what, you leave. I’ll lag behind a bit. Then I’ll shadow you and see if anyone is following you. Give me your address. I’ll meet you there in a bit.” She handed him a paper with her name and address on it.
Jason glanced at it. She lived in the “High Rent District,” which indicated his research was correct. She could afford him. As she started to walk away, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
Laura pushed him away in surprise. “What?”
“That was for anyone watching. We’re lovers, planning a meet later.” He patted her ass as she turned to leave, and she jumped slightly at his pat. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks turned visibly pink in the dim streetlight revealing her embarrassment.
He stifled a smile and had to admit he enjoyed the play.
As Laura disappeared down the street, Jason pretended to head back in the other direction. At the corner, he faded into the blackness and waited.
He didn’t wait long.
An equally shadowy figure slipped out of the black and waked toward him. “Damn, she was right. There is someone following her.”
Jason grinned as he hugged her. “She bought it. Hook Line and sinker. She swears she’s being stalked.”
“She is. Now.”
Together they followed Laura for several blocks until she reached her townhome. The woman grabbed his arm. “Well, lover boy, time for you to do what you are so good at, make her fall in love with you.”
Jason kissed the woman. “No worries, love. Within a week, I’ll convince her to sign all her assets to me.”
