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Miller was the first to hand him one out of his own pocket. It was a little Mag-Lite the size of a pen.
Shining it up into her closet, he found wires leading to a small battery powered box.
“Whatever it is, he has to come back in here to check it.” Max said as he showed us the box he ripped down from the ceiling.
We all gathered around, staring at the innocent little piece of equipment that probably captured many of Viddy’s private moments.
“That asshole boyfriend of hers is going to die.” Foster declared from beside me.
I glanced over at him. “Dying is too good for him. I vote sending the fucker to jail and setting him up for some services in the system for a while.” I said as I pulled my phone out of my pocket and made a few calls.
After talking to Loki and getting his confirmation that he’d send a team out to dust for more prints and bring the evidence in, I declared, “Viddy’s going to go with us. Do you guys mind staying here till my boys get here? We leave her here much longer and she’s going to figure out what happened. I want to be sure it was actually him before I tell her what’s going on.”
“Absolutely.” Max agreed instantly.
The same couldn’t be said for the woman in the other room. She was like a rabid beast when it came to her independence.
After I assured her that I would tell her later, she agreed. Reluctantly
***
Viddy
I’d never been fishing before in a boat. Nor hung out with a bunch of men that’d been drinking.
However, that said, it was the most fun I’d ever had in my life.
When we’d first arrived, Trance backed the trailer expertly into the water with Foster and Miller already on the boat.
They’d even gotten it off the trailer completely before anybody realized that they’d forgotten to put the plug in.
The plug, Trance explained, was a little device that you have to screw in at the back of the boat to keep the water out. Once you’re finished, you pull the plug out, and any water that collected in the boat would drain out.
With all the goofing around and name-calling, each of the men had forgotten in their playing that none had done the usual check to make sure they had everything they needed.
They didn’t forget their cooler full of beer and cheese, though.
Or the earth worms and little baby minnows that they’d be fishing with.
After the fiasco of putting the boat in the water and then trying to get it out again before it sank to the bottom of the boat ramp, they set out on the lake to do some brother bonding time, with me in tow.
Something had happened at my apartment, but of course they tried to protect me from everything. Each and every man in that room looked at me like I was a poor, pitiful, little disabled woman.
I’d reluctantly gone with Trance, Miller, and Foster, leaving the other two men at my apartment that I’d only met once before. They looked trustworthy, though, which was why I left them. Even with murder in their eyes that they’d had the moment I’d walked out the door.
“I can’t believe you forgot the fish basket.” Miller grumbled for the eighteenth time.
“I’ve got a fuckin’ live well! Put them in there, you stupid son of a bitch!” Trance yelled.
I giggled, yet again, as they started arguing like little boys.
“How am I supposed to keep mine separate from yours? If I put them in yours, then I won’t be able to gloat about whose is bigger!” Miller growled.
The giggling turned to full out laughing my ass off.
“What does it matter?” Foster asked seriously. “Viddy was the only one who caught what we were absolutely sure was a keeper.”
That was true. They’d forgotten to bring a tape measure, which meant that the fish they were catching might or might not be legal, so they’d ended up tossing them back. Mine was the only one in the live well at the moment, much to each of the men’s annoyance.
