“Well, shit.”
Yeah, that’s why they got paid the non-existent taxpayer big bucks.
“So maybe she did the dumping?” Gene admitted. “Or she had someone on the back burner.”
Ethan lifted a brow.
“That she didn’t tell her bestie about? The ladies like to gossip,” Blackhawk said.
Gene laughed.
“Ladies?” he asked.
He shrugged.
“Sexist, I know, but you and I love to gossip. We’d both be‘the ladies’in certain situations.”
Okay, that they did.
It wasn’t like he was wrong. Gossip to a gay man was like gasoline to a car.
He ran on it.
“Someone was getting down and sexy in this room,” Ethan said. “Let’s see what else we can find.”
That was all he had to say.
They all divided up.
When Gene checked her closet, they knew when he’d hit paydirt.
“Look what I found,” he said, holding up a box and a few smaller ones.
Ethan moved closer.
“Polaroid film?” he asked.
He nodded.
“So, how much do you want to bet that he was hiding in the closet, saw the camera, and took it. That’s where the photos came from,” Gene admitted.
Ethan wasn’t betting against that, simply because it sounded probable.
“What’s in the box?” Ethan asked.
Gene handed it to him, and when he opened it, he saw photos.
Lots.
Of.
Polaroids.
As they began flipping through them, that’s when they saw something interesting.
A blond man was having a party between her legs. He was dining at the Y. The worst part for them was that the pic excluded his face.
Out of curiosity, Gene pulled out his phone. Pulling up a driver’s license for the woman’s ex, he showed them the picture.
