Page 44 of The British Bastard


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And I wait. Five minutes. Ten minutes. I lean against the house and slump onto the grass. Fifteen minutes. Twenty minutes. Just as I'm about to give up and go home, a car pulls into the driveway. From my position at the corner of the house, I can see into the living room and the porch.

A beautiful redhead emerges from the luxury vehicle and sashays up to the door, ringing the bell.

I hop up just in time to see Miller race out of the living room, heading toward the front door. The second he pulls it open, the woman flies into his arms and kisses him. Miller picks her up and carries her into the living room while they keep kissing with so much passion that I wonder if they can still breathe.

Grabbing my video camera, I start recording. Maybe what I film will never be useful, but I need to do something.

The lovers begin to remove their clothes, though they pause now and then to shove food into each other's mouths. Once they're naked, Miller pops the champagne cork and hands the bottle to his lover. He lies down on the sofa. The redhead straddles him and pours the bubbly onto his chest, then licks it off.

I think I'm going to be sick.

But I keep recording as she mounts his cock and the fucking begins in earnest.

While I watch—strictly to make sure I keep them in the frame—I realize I've seen this woman before. I'd met her briefly a few weeks before my first day at Ballesteros, at the mixer for new professors, which was hosted by the university trustees. I'd seen her again a few months ago at a fundraiser for the humanities department.

That woman is married to one of the trustees.

Oh, this is perfect. I have proof that the chief of police is shagging a trustee's wife. All I need to do is send a copy of this video to her husband. I've met the man, and he is a toerag, definitely the jealous type.

I've recorded enough of Miller and his lover's antics. To spare myself from vomiting on the hydrangea bush beside me, I turn off my video camera and hurry back to my car. Cat will be home soon, so I drive a bit faster than I should to make sure I arrive before she does.

Maybe I have a chance to save us both after all.

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