Monday, July 27, 2009

part 2

She came out and I knew this was the time to get down to business. I waited for her to make her move and I was off.

The drizzle made keeping an eye on her difficult. She was fast. The van looks like it will fall apart at any moment, but she could drive.

I had that little voice in my head calling Daddy and I knew I was doing the right thing. I just picked a bad week to stop drinking.

She only drove about a mile and stopped at a walk-in clinic. I wondered how long she would be here and I sat in the car. I had a place where I could see her car from about 500 feet away. I waited and waited and watched and waited.

While I was there I called my wife on my shoe phone. She was the one who had me on this chase. I called to give her an update.

She seemed disinterested. "What's for dinner?" she asked.

I was confused. I said "I need a drink." "Pizza."

I kept looking. The pile of cigarettes on the ground outside the car was gatting large. I finally saw her come out of the walk in clinic. She walked fast and got into her car and started driving right off. I knew I had to be quick. I was too quick. I got right behind her. I was afraid of being caught so I went into the other lane to let a couple of cars pass so I wasn't right behind her. That was a mistake.

About 4 more lights down the street and I got stopped after she made it through a light. Dam, she had given me the slip, and I'm not talking about a piece of clothing. I though about going through the light, but thought better. I wondered...."why is it the PIs on TV never get stopped at a light?..... I hoped I would be able to find her again, no luck.

I do know she drove to the next town over. They used to live in that town so they may still be there. I drove over to where they used to live. No luck. I knew I had to find her, but I didn't know how.

It seemed as though I was going to have to wait until next week when the visit was with the Fat Man. He doesn't drive. It may be a cab, it may be a friend, it may be the bus. It will make for an interesting trail. Hopefully I will do better. I have to better. They are depending on me.

I called her.

"Your a dork." she said

I said "I thought you wanted pizza for dinner, not pork."

She sighed into the phone. I knew I had said something wrong, but I wasn't sure what.

I got the pizza.

(to be continued)


  1. I tried to find your email address, but can't locate it now. This is a great story, and quite intriguing, but I think I need to warn you that what you are doing could seriously compromise the case, and could complicate things with you and your little girl. It really isn't worth the risk, in the long term. Sorry to rain on your parade, but . . . Please. Don't. It's really NOT a good idea.