Chapter Thirty Two_Regaining Control

For the next three days, 'Catherine' hung around Detective Kesley, watching and monitoring his every move.

Currently, they were in his apartment, and the phone rang.

Pausing a bit, Detective Kesley looked at it.

"Look, it's my Mum. She's doing her routine check-up on me," he explained to the woman dimming her eyes at him.

"I'm not in your way, Mummy's boy." Catherine smirked.

With that she swung her legs off the sofa, stood up and lit her cigar.

Inhaling leisurely, she made a show of moving into the room, out of sight, where she sat with legs crossed, on the bed.

Detective Kesley watched her leave, then rushed to answer the phone, which was ringing insistently now.

He picked it up.

"Hello Ma." He greeted.

A brief silence followed, then the next words heard were, "Okay, okay, next week. I promise and cross my heart to die…"

A little silence eschewed.

Then, "Alright Ma. Take care and bye...., Yeah, yeah." Were heard.

Another silence.