AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She shrugged restlessly. "It's just instinct. I had an encounter with an uber bitch a couple months ago and it was ugly. I haven’t had any further encounters and haven’t seen her up close since.
But twice now, when I go out, it feels like I’m being tailed. I went to the bar and I could swear I saw her when I was entering and then later when I was exiting the place. Also, I’m sure it was her vehicle I saw when I went to the salon a few days ago."
"Make and model?"
"BMW. Black with a collapsible top."
"License plate number?"
"Partial. Echo, Charley, David-" She spread her hands. "That's all I got."
"You could have been a cop." He told her, a look of admiration on his face.
“I pay attention to details, I’m a writer, remember?"
"How could I forget? I’ve read the series and watched the TV show. I think the books are better."
"They usually are."
"I was touched to see my name on the appreciation page."
"You helped a lot."
"The only thing I regret was that you hooked up with that rich dude instead of me." His eyes twinkled as he stared at her.
"Probably because you’re married with two adorable boys. How are they and the wife, by the way?"
"Great. Donnie, the eldest, is now six and a pain in the ass. His younger brother is imitating everything he does. The wife is great and is now working full time as a registered nurse at Hope General."
"That's great."
He nodded. "The nurse and the cop." He shook his head. "Spells crazy hours. Now back to your thing. Are you sure you’re not being paranoid?"
"Nope. You know me."
"I do."
"Tell me more about this uber bitch."
She smiled at that and described Tiffany Knowles to him in detail.
"I’ll do some checks."
"Keep it quiet, though. She’s an actress and I don’t want this getting to the press."
"I keep forgetting that you are a big shot."
"Always was." Rising, she took his hand in hers. "It's great to see you, Deon."
"Same here and I have to say that you’re even more beautiful than before."
"Why, thank you."
*****
On the way to the office that housed Randall's Investment, she kept looking for the tail in her rear-view mirror. She hadn’t said anything to Brady about her suspicions, knowing his penchant for overreacting.
He would insist on her staying in the apartment or having a driver transport her around. She wasn’t going to stand for that and she was erring on the side of caution. She could be wrong, but her gut was telling her that she wasn’t.
