A Man And His Wife

Timothy looked away from his computers and turned to face the door. He knew his wife was home. He watched her car as it entered the gate and drove toward the garage. His eyes never left the monitor where he could see her step out of the car and go inside the house. He instantly took note of her tensed body and the frown on her forehead, so he knew that she was tired.

Timothy was aware of what his wife had been doing during her twenty-four-hour shift at the police station. For the first eight hours, she was just sitting at her desk doing some reports and he knew that she was also trying to find whatever she could find about the elite slavers and the auction of slaves that was just around the corner. He knew that it was a lot of work for her so he was not pressuring her. And even if he tells her to leave everything to him, his wife would insist on doing it and would tell him that she could.