nodding. “I’d do the same, if the police come back and say they’re not willing to pursue the matter. Who’s to say how many women he’s raped? It has to stop or be stopped.”
“Agreed. I’ll be in the lounge, scouring the Internet for dirt on this Graham Gibson.” Lorne rose from the table and walked towards the door.
“Umm…Aren’t you forgetting something, dear wifey?”
She turned to face him and followed his gaze over to the pile of unwashed dishes. She pouted, and fluttered her eyelashes at him. “If you really and truly loved me, you would wash up while I got on with some real work. It’s only a tiny bit.”
Tony tutted. “Go on with you. I’ll join in a little while, once I’ve done your chores.”
“Thanks, sweetie,” she called over her shoulder.
She opened the laptop on the coffee table and booted it up. A picture of Charlie cuddling Henry filled the screen. Lorne blew her daughter a kiss. “See you at the weekend, darling.”
Once the computer had gone through the motions of starting up, Lorne typed “Graham Gibson” in the search engine. Several possible options appeared, but the girls had told her that the GG she was after worked in the city. She ran the pointer down the screen and located him. She selected his details and was taken to another screen.
Lorne enlarged the personal photo and studied it for a few minutes. Clean-shaven, close-cropped hair, looked like a model in one of those swanky aftershave ads off the TV, and dressed to impress in a beautifully cut business suit. His bottle green eyes sparkled with laughter, or was that mischievousness? Lorne had to admit that he didn’t look like a rapist—but then, who did? It wasn’t as if those guys ran around with the term rapist tattooed on their foreheads.
Wearing an arrogant sultry look and sporting perfect, blemish-free skin that screamed he religiously moisturised every morning and night, GG reminded her of a darker version of the footballer David Beckham. A shudder ran through her as she focused on his eyes, eyes that were purposefully angled so that he appeared to be looking through her and into her soul.
“There’s something about you I don’t like, sonny. Let’s see what else we have on you.” She tapped through another link highlighted on the screen, and it took her to the webpage of Domino Finances. At the top of the screen was a group photo of all the employees, and surprise, surprise: GG was posing in the centre at the front, a female colleague on either side of him.
Further investigation into Domino Finances led Lorne to a page full of satisfied customers singing their praises and a headline stating: “During troubled times, Domino Finances comes out on top for safe-guarding your money.”
“How’s it going?”
Lorne looked up and shrugged as Tony placed mugs of coffee on the table.
He sat on the couch beside her and she angled the computer so they could both see the screen.
“Have you come across this firm before?” Lorne asked.
“Can’t say I have. That’s a pretty impressive pedigree they have there, though. Their list of clients reads like a who’s who of the finance world.”
Lorne went back a few pages and showed Tony the picture she had found of GG.
“Is that him?” Tony scrutinised the picture through narrowed, untrusting eyes.
“Yeah, that’s him. You should’ve seen what he did to Linda. In one way, I hope the police aren’t able to proceed further, because I’d love to bring the smug-looking bastard to justice, myself.”
Tony leaned over and kissed her temple. “Really? You do surprise me. Your paperweights have been lacking new additions lately. His balls would make a handsome addition.”
Lorne smiled and returned to searching the Internet for anything dubious on the suspect, but unfortunately the results came back blank. “Damn, this guy looks cleaner than polished silver.”
“Why don’t you call it a day? Wait until you hear back from the girls and Katy,
“Agreed. I’ll be in the lounge, scouring the Internet for dirt on this Graham Gibson.” Lorne rose from the table and walked towards the door.
“Umm…Aren’t you forgetting something, dear wifey?”
She turned to face him and followed his gaze over to the pile of unwashed dishes. She pouted, and fluttered her eyelashes at him. “If you really and truly loved me, you would wash up while I got on with some real work. It’s only a tiny bit.”
Tony tutted. “Go on with you. I’ll join in a little while, once I’ve done your chores.”
“Thanks, sweetie,” she called over her shoulder.
She opened the laptop on the coffee table and booted it up. A picture of Charlie cuddling Henry filled the screen. Lorne blew her daughter a kiss. “See you at the weekend, darling.”
Once the computer had gone through the motions of starting up, Lorne typed “Graham Gibson” in the search engine. Several possible options appeared, but the girls had told her that the GG she was after worked in the city. She ran the pointer down the screen and located him. She selected his details and was taken to another screen.
Lorne enlarged the personal photo and studied it for a few minutes. Clean-shaven, close-cropped hair, looked like a model in one of those swanky aftershave ads off the TV, and dressed to impress in a beautifully cut business suit. His bottle green eyes sparkled with laughter, or was that mischievousness? Lorne had to admit that he didn’t look like a rapist—but then, who did? It wasn’t as if those guys ran around with the term rapist tattooed on their foreheads.
Wearing an arrogant sultry look and sporting perfect, blemish-free skin that screamed he religiously moisturised every morning and night, GG reminded her of a darker version of the footballer David Beckham. A shudder ran through her as she focused on his eyes, eyes that were purposefully angled so that he appeared to be looking through her and into her soul.
“There’s something about you I don’t like, sonny. Let’s see what else we have on you.” She tapped through another link highlighted on the screen, and it took her to the webpage of Domino Finances. At the top of the screen was a group photo of all the employees, and surprise, surprise: GG was posing in the centre at the front, a female colleague on either side of him.
Further investigation into Domino Finances led Lorne to a page full of satisfied customers singing their praises and a headline stating: “During troubled times, Domino Finances comes out on top for safe-guarding your money.”
“How’s it going?”
Lorne looked up and shrugged as Tony placed mugs of coffee on the table.
He sat on the couch beside her and she angled the computer so they could both see the screen.
“Have you come across this firm before?” Lorne asked.
“Can’t say I have. That’s a pretty impressive pedigree they have there, though. Their list of clients reads like a who’s who of the finance world.”
Lorne went back a few pages and showed Tony the picture she had found of GG.
“Is that him?” Tony scrutinised the picture through narrowed, untrusting eyes.
“Yeah, that’s him. You should’ve seen what he did to Linda. In one way, I hope the police aren’t able to proceed further, because I’d love to bring the smug-looking bastard to justice, myself.”
Tony leaned over and kissed her temple. “Really? You do surprise me. Your paperweights have been lacking new additions lately. His balls would make a handsome addition.”
Lorne smiled and returned to searching the Internet for anything dubious on the suspect, but unfortunately the results came back blank. “Damn, this guy looks cleaner than polished silver.”
“Why don’t you call it a day? Wait until you hear back from the girls and Katy,
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