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clock. It was three minutes till five as I parked my Z at the corner of Jefferson and West Gaston and waited for Barry Crumb to leave his office for the day. I sighted through the lens of the Nikon Megapixel Digital Camera Kate had left in my mailbox at school, just to make sure I had a clear shot of the door.
In all honesty, I had no idea how to work the camera. It had way too many buttons and moving parts for me to feel comfortable using it, but Kate had assured me all I needed to do was point and shoot.
I opened Barry’s file and looked at the 5x7 shot of him paper-clipped to the inside and shuddered. I tried hard not to dry heave at his photograph, but it took more will power than I possessed. Why anyone would want to sleep with Barry Crumb was a mystery to me.
Dr. Crumb was an OB/GYN with an office in the heart of Savannah, so he did a brisk business. He wasn’t having financial troubles, just the opposite. Business was booming for Dr. Crumb. But his wife of thirteen years had a suspicion that Dr. Crumb was spreading his love around, and apparently it was my job to find out one way or another.
I checked my watch one more time. 5:15. His car was still in the lot, so he hadn’t slipped past my attention while I was getting settled in with all the necessary comforts. The thought did cross my mind that I might need a new car for my new career, but James Bond seemed to get by okay with a flashy sports car so I could too.
The sight of my target brought me out of my daydream.
“Bingo.”
I sighted Dr. Crumb with the Nikon and took a couple of quick photos to make sure the thing worked. He got into his new Lexus convertible and checked his appearance in the rearview mirror.
I put the Z in drive and kept about a block behind him, making sure to keep a couple of cars between us. I followed him down Montgomery and flipped on my blinker as he turned right on West Bay. My adrenaline pumped and my heart pounded as I swerved around some pedestrians, never taking my eyes off of Dr. Crumb.
I called Kate on my cell phone as I followed his Lexus into the Hyatt Regency parking lot.
“Have you seen this guy?” I said by way of greeting. “That’s not even a face a mother would love. How is this guy bagging chicks?”
“It takes all kinds,” Kate said. “Plus, his wife told me he has other attributes that can’t be seen on first impression, if you get my drift.”
“Huh,” I said and disconnected.
I took a couple more shots of Dr. Crumb entering the hotel and sat back into my waiting position. I’d found that sitting still by myself was much harder than sitting still with Kate in the car, so in about half an hour’s time I’d eaten all my trail mix, finished two Sudoku puzzles and graded thirty quizzes.
The summer sun was still high, and I started to wonder how Dr. Crumb could have sex in the daylight. Greg and I had never done it in the daylight. If we were going to do it at all, it had to be right before The Tonight Show came on. Greg had it down to a science. He’d finish at exactly 10:29, roll over and flip on the T.V. Though, quite frankly, even though the sex was terrible, there were times I missed having a man sleep over. Greg never complained about having to get up in the middle of the night and plug a hole in the roof when he slept over.
“Okay, don’t go there.” I was through thinking about Greg.
I slid out of the Z to stretch my legs and cure my boredom. I jogged in place, did some stretches and looked at my watch again. 6:42. So apparently Dr. Crumb had some staying power.
I was on my third set of leg stretches when I saw Dr. Crumb come out of the hotel. And he wasn’t alone.
“Holy shit.”
I jerked my car door open to get the camera and somehow my head and the door made contact.
“Ouch, shit, why me?” I rubbed the spot furiously and grabbed the camera with my other hand. I hunkered behind my car and wiped my still watering eyes before looking through the lens. I’d hit my head in
In all honesty, I had no idea how to work the camera. It had way too many buttons and moving parts for me to feel comfortable using it, but Kate had assured me all I needed to do was point and shoot.
I opened Barry’s file and looked at the 5x7 shot of him paper-clipped to the inside and shuddered. I tried hard not to dry heave at his photograph, but it took more will power than I possessed. Why anyone would want to sleep with Barry Crumb was a mystery to me.
Dr. Crumb was an OB/GYN with an office in the heart of Savannah, so he did a brisk business. He wasn’t having financial troubles, just the opposite. Business was booming for Dr. Crumb. But his wife of thirteen years had a suspicion that Dr. Crumb was spreading his love around, and apparently it was my job to find out one way or another.
I checked my watch one more time. 5:15. His car was still in the lot, so he hadn’t slipped past my attention while I was getting settled in with all the necessary comforts. The thought did cross my mind that I might need a new car for my new career, but James Bond seemed to get by okay with a flashy sports car so I could too.
The sight of my target brought me out of my daydream.
“Bingo.”
I sighted Dr. Crumb with the Nikon and took a couple of quick photos to make sure the thing worked. He got into his new Lexus convertible and checked his appearance in the rearview mirror.
I put the Z in drive and kept about a block behind him, making sure to keep a couple of cars between us. I followed him down Montgomery and flipped on my blinker as he turned right on West Bay. My adrenaline pumped and my heart pounded as I swerved around some pedestrians, never taking my eyes off of Dr. Crumb.
I called Kate on my cell phone as I followed his Lexus into the Hyatt Regency parking lot.
“Have you seen this guy?” I said by way of greeting. “That’s not even a face a mother would love. How is this guy bagging chicks?”
“It takes all kinds,” Kate said. “Plus, his wife told me he has other attributes that can’t be seen on first impression, if you get my drift.”
“Huh,” I said and disconnected.
I took a couple more shots of Dr. Crumb entering the hotel and sat back into my waiting position. I’d found that sitting still by myself was much harder than sitting still with Kate in the car, so in about half an hour’s time I’d eaten all my trail mix, finished two Sudoku puzzles and graded thirty quizzes.
The summer sun was still high, and I started to wonder how Dr. Crumb could have sex in the daylight. Greg and I had never done it in the daylight. If we were going to do it at all, it had to be right before The Tonight Show came on. Greg had it down to a science. He’d finish at exactly 10:29, roll over and flip on the T.V. Though, quite frankly, even though the sex was terrible, there were times I missed having a man sleep over. Greg never complained about having to get up in the middle of the night and plug a hole in the roof when he slept over.
“Okay, don’t go there.” I was through thinking about Greg.
I slid out of the Z to stretch my legs and cure my boredom. I jogged in place, did some stretches and looked at my watch again. 6:42. So apparently Dr. Crumb had some staying power.
I was on my third set of leg stretches when I saw Dr. Crumb come out of the hotel. And he wasn’t alone.
“Holy shit.”
I jerked my car door open to get the camera and somehow my head and the door made contact.
“Ouch, shit, why me?” I rubbed the spot furiously and grabbed the camera with my other hand. I hunkered behind my car and wiped my still watering eyes before looking through the lens. I’d hit my head in
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