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interested in the waitress’s motion away from the table.
“As I was saying, I want to ask you about our leaving my apartment.”
“Yes, what about it?”
“When I left on the crowded elevator, and left you for the next elevator…did you go back into my apartment?”
“Yes, I did. Why?”
“What did you do that for?”
“I left our itinerary on the coffee table, and had to go back for it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you went back into the apartment?”
“What does that matter? I didn’t give it another thought.”
She looked at him, and even though he didn’t look guilty, she thought he was concealing something. “Did you do anything else in there?”
The waitress brought their coffee and juice drinks.
“Before you answer me, you better not lie to me.”
“As a matter of fact I did do something else.” He paused. “I used the bathroom one last time.”
She studied him while he prepared his coffee. “Ralph, you wanted to be a friend. If I find out you did more than what you just said…you can forget being a friend. Do you understand me?”
“Wow, you can really be a hellcat in the morning when you haven’t had your coffee.”
She now knew he was hiding something. “Do you remember what kept you from being written up for sexual harassment in Bermuda?” She pointed at him. “Answer me!”
“Okay Agent Strong, it was you not putting things in writing.”
She was about to warn him again when their boss arrived at the table.
“Aren’t we formal this morning? So, what didn’t she put in writing?”
She started to prepare her coffee. “She told me what time to meet this morning, but I forgot. I guess I needed it in writing. We did get in pretty late last night,” Ralph offered.
“Good morning Agent Strong, you look like you need more than coffee this morning. Didn’t you get a good night’s sleep?”
She looked at him. “As a matter of fact I was awake most of the night.” Then she gave Ralph the evil eye.
“Is there a problem here?”
“No sir, nothing that I can’t handle.”
Chapter 13
I was tired, and needed a coffee. It was warm in the apartment and all I had on was my sweat pants. I retrieved the newspapers, made my coffee and sat down on the couch. The news came on the TV.
‘Investigators have reported the discovery of a body, believed to be one of the missing women from Bermuda. Officials from the FBI are now in Venezuela where the body was found. Although still speculation, authorities believe the three missing women may have been kept against their will as part of a high-end-slave-trade rumored to be operating in the Caribbean area.’
That’s why Mercedes was called away so quickly. Well, at least she’s not spending the weekend with Ralph as part of a holiday weekend getaway.
What I don’t understand is why she didn’t seem to understand why I was so upset. She left me the message about what happened at the apartment…no note, messed up bed, boxers between the sheets, and showered together.
I played back what I witnessed at her apartment. I saw Mercedes standing on the sidewalk looking at her watch. Ralph was coming out the doors with her two suitcases. He handed her keys and helped her into the cab. The cab driver added her luggage into the cab. His luggage was already in the cab.
He came to pick her up and had access to her apartment. Maybe Ralph left me the message and not Mercedes. It fits, and that is why Mercedes was so confused with my responses.
If his suitcase was already in the cab, they didn’t have time to go to bed, and take a shower together.
You son of a bitch Ralph. You still want her to yourself don’t you? I hope I didn’t screw myself with her.
The phone’s loud ring made me jump.
*.*.*
“Hello.”
“Hi Scott, it’s me. Good morning.”
“Good morning Mercedes.”
In concert we both said, “I’m sorry.”
We laughed, and then we both said, “I figured it out.” And, we laughed again.
“You
“As I was saying, I want to ask you about our leaving my apartment.”
“Yes, what about it?”
“When I left on the crowded elevator, and left you for the next elevator…did you go back into my apartment?”
“Yes, I did. Why?”
“What did you do that for?”
“I left our itinerary on the coffee table, and had to go back for it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you went back into the apartment?”
“What does that matter? I didn’t give it another thought.”
She looked at him, and even though he didn’t look guilty, she thought he was concealing something. “Did you do anything else in there?”
The waitress brought their coffee and juice drinks.
“Before you answer me, you better not lie to me.”
“As a matter of fact I did do something else.” He paused. “I used the bathroom one last time.”
She studied him while he prepared his coffee. “Ralph, you wanted to be a friend. If I find out you did more than what you just said…you can forget being a friend. Do you understand me?”
“Wow, you can really be a hellcat in the morning when you haven’t had your coffee.”
She now knew he was hiding something. “Do you remember what kept you from being written up for sexual harassment in Bermuda?” She pointed at him. “Answer me!”
“Okay Agent Strong, it was you not putting things in writing.”
She was about to warn him again when their boss arrived at the table.
“Aren’t we formal this morning? So, what didn’t she put in writing?”
She started to prepare her coffee. “She told me what time to meet this morning, but I forgot. I guess I needed it in writing. We did get in pretty late last night,” Ralph offered.
“Good morning Agent Strong, you look like you need more than coffee this morning. Didn’t you get a good night’s sleep?”
She looked at him. “As a matter of fact I was awake most of the night.” Then she gave Ralph the evil eye.
“Is there a problem here?”
“No sir, nothing that I can’t handle.”
Chapter 13
I was tired, and needed a coffee. It was warm in the apartment and all I had on was my sweat pants. I retrieved the newspapers, made my coffee and sat down on the couch. The news came on the TV.
‘Investigators have reported the discovery of a body, believed to be one of the missing women from Bermuda. Officials from the FBI are now in Venezuela where the body was found. Although still speculation, authorities believe the three missing women may have been kept against their will as part of a high-end-slave-trade rumored to be operating in the Caribbean area.’
That’s why Mercedes was called away so quickly. Well, at least she’s not spending the weekend with Ralph as part of a holiday weekend getaway.
What I don’t understand is why she didn’t seem to understand why I was so upset. She left me the message about what happened at the apartment…no note, messed up bed, boxers between the sheets, and showered together.
I played back what I witnessed at her apartment. I saw Mercedes standing on the sidewalk looking at her watch. Ralph was coming out the doors with her two suitcases. He handed her keys and helped her into the cab. The cab driver added her luggage into the cab. His luggage was already in the cab.
He came to pick her up and had access to her apartment. Maybe Ralph left me the message and not Mercedes. It fits, and that is why Mercedes was so confused with my responses.
If his suitcase was already in the cab, they didn’t have time to go to bed, and take a shower together.
You son of a bitch Ralph. You still want her to yourself don’t you? I hope I didn’t screw myself with her.
The phone’s loud ring made me jump.
*.*.*
“Hello.”
“Hi Scott, it’s me. Good morning.”
“Good morning Mercedes.”
In concert we both said, “I’m sorry.”
We laughed, and then we both said, “I figured it out.” And, we laughed again.
“You
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