A snip-ette

This is draft 1. There is no editing or even spell check. Just simply getting the story on paper. Let me know if you like it or if there should be more.....

Prologue.

Ch.1

"Ouch"! As I felt the molten coffee running down the leg of my cut off 501's. "I've got to stop doing this late at night. And besides what was that? Something hit the window of my van.
I opened the door into the dewey, cool night. The breeze kissed the skin of my legs ever so slightly and i relished every second of it. Too bad there were no street lights on this road. Why would there be? I'm in the country. The middle of no where, by myself.

I hopped out of the driver side door onto the dirt edge of the road. I love the sound of pine needles crunching under my feet. I dont see anything that could have hit the window. But I was parked under a pine tree with the wind blowing. I bet it was just a pine cone that fell.
The house lights were dimmed. As I peered through my high powered binoculars that I got from my ex-marine friend. Of course, a rich self indulgent jerk lived in this house I had on surveillance. Hmmm, as i twisted my lips into my signature Elvis curl. Why do rich people always have dimmer switches. I guess anyone can look good in a dark cave like scene, right?

The time is 2100 on the 3rd of June. No unusual movement throughout the house.... I wrote on my report sheet. I was watching this man for his wife. Ive been on this case for 3 months and havent dug up any dirt on this guy. He's squeaky clean. Not even a parking ticket. Although one thing makes me a little uneasy. The red Lamborghini parked in the barn. According to the DMV records and Sharon,the wife. Shaun, our suspect, shouldnt have a Lambo. Who does the car belong to and why is it at their summer house? For all I know it could be something serious. I was just hired on to make sure this guy wasnt cheating. A new Benz I could understand but a Lambo? And red? Seems a little pretentious to me. Ha! Dimmer switches and Lamborghini's! Thats the life of a PI I thought to myself. But the car makes me want to dig a little deeper. My guts telling me there something going on here.

I dont think anything else is going to happen tonight but its still early. I want to go back and snoop around the house while Shaun is at work. Maybe I can get a better look at the fancy car and why theres a huge scratch down the side, it looks like its been in an accident, a bad one. If someones hiding a car in the barn there might be something else in there too.

I leaned up from my perch against the side of the van. I could feel the rush of blood running down the back of my legs making trails of pins and needles as I regained my balance. I stumbled back into the drivers side while the binoculars felt heavy hanging on my neck. I finished my report and put away all my gear. I cant help but feel nervous about this one. There were too many things that check out on paper but are out of whack for a normal mid 30's professional like Shaun. Like why would he be hiding a car that his wife doesnt know about? And who is that woman that leaves a different package for him everyday at the office? The office manager has no record off her but she arrives promptly at noon everyday and stays approximately 22 minutes. Shes a very tall woman and carries the same odd sized package to Shaun everyday right as he gets back from his afternoon coffee. I guess I'll be making another trip to surveill his office tomorrow too.

The fireflys and gnats are starting to come out. There were a few cars driving down the wooded two lane highway. Its beautiful out here at dusk. The wind smells like cedar and wet brush as I breathe in deeply and hop in to start up the van. I cant wait to get back to the city to see Jaxon. After sitting in a hot car all day and pretty much just staring at a house through my "spy specs" a long, romantic dinner with my love sounds great.

Ch.2
I drive into the city the same way everytime. The scenic route is my kind of driving. It takes a bit longer but its less hectic and the slow driving gives time to think. Time to think about running my fingers through Jaxons thick dark chocolate hair.

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