CHAPTER THREE
Carlton
“I followed her,” he tells me. “Just like you said.”
“No pictures this time?” I ask.
“Oh, yes,” he half smiles and reaches into his pocket pulling out a small envelope. Small black and whites. Dark. Hard to see, even more difficult to make out. Not the impact of the larger pictures but the message is still the same; she’s f*****g around. We’re on the street outside the townhouse where I live, standing in the shadows. “She went down in the stacks of the library with one of the male librarians,” Charlie tells me. “A little hard to follow them without being noticed, but her flirting was so focused that she wouldn’t have noticed anything.” He smiles big. “She’s a really good tease with those green eyes.”
I don’t need him to tell me that.
“So, what exactly…” Suddenly
