Chapter 18: Surveillance

Surveillance sounded exciting, but sitting in your vehicle, for hours on end, waiting for your target to make a move was anything but exciting. It sucked.

Cassie sat in her van across the street from the Schmidts' house, bored as ass, for only a couple of hours, but the time dragged at a snail's pace. She watched Chase come home for lunch and then leave. She watched as Tricia rolled out the garbage bin to the side of the road. She watched as Tricia pulled the weeds from her front flower garden.

Stuck in her vehicle with nothing but time, Cassie found herself thinking about her life. It had been turned upside down and dredging through memories didn't give her a single reason as to why her seemingly perfect marriage failed so epically.

Around one in the afternoon Cassie's phone buzzed with a message. She didn't have to look to know that it was from Greg, but she was curious.