“Nice in church or nice sucking cock?”
He rolls his lips guiltily.
“You did not,” I snap as I punch him. “I swear to god I’ll fucking kill you.”
“Of course I didn’t.”
“So why are you asking?”
“I just…”
“You what?”
“I may have looked into her husband.”
“And?”
“He’s not who you think he is.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Things don’t add up.”
“You had him followed?” I snap.
“Investigated,” he fires back. “For interest’s sake.”
“Because you like her?”
“Yeah…maybe I do.”
“Maybe you fucking don’t. She’s happily married.”
“If she’s so happily married, why did a woman stay at his house on Saturday night while Deb was away for work?”
My eyes hold his. “What?”
“So…”
“So nothing. You need to stay out of this,” I fire back.
This is all I fucking need.
“But it’s…”
“It’s illegal to stake out someone.” I drag my hand down my face. “You don’t know, she could have been there with his friend. Does he have a friend? Is she his sister or something?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t fucking know; you have no facts and no reason to stalk him other than to break up her marriage. Stay out of it.”
He exhales heavily.
“Did you sleep with her?”
“No.” He screws up his face. “She’s not like that.”
“What did you do?”