Page 86 of Always Salty

My first stop was to the sleep center.

Breaking into places during the middle of the day was slightly harder than at night due to the potential of being seen easier, but this was the part of Dallas that didn’t snitch on anyone.

So, instead of going through the back, I went through the front.

Though, I did have a ski mask on to protect my identity.

Once there, I hacked into their computer systems with hilarious ease and found the address for one Cornelius Stone, thirty-nine.

He lived in Irving with his wife, Jacinda Stone, who was also thirty-nine.

His emergency contact, however, wasn’t his wife at all, but a woman named Natasha Leo.

Interesting.

I wondered if this was a family member or an affair partner.

Either way, I was thinking Stone had his fingers in too many pots.

I’d spent the day trying to find information on him and had come up incredibly empty.

Like, no joke, there was no Stone anywhere on the internet. His name wasn’t even listed on the damn business page on their window cleaning business.

Though, I did notice that he had quite a few less than stellar reviews.

Apparently, it wasn’t only me that thought he’d done a horrible job cleaning windows. Who knew?

Yesterday, when I’d spoken to him in the parking lot, I hadn’t outright said that I was going to kill the man if he kept following my woman, but I’d made him think that there was a possibility.

I’d gotten very good at saying my words in such a way that I could never be incriminated in case there was a camera recording me.

But after what I’d heard last night from Keely, about how he’d been following her more than just at the pet store, I’d decided that a more in depth warning was necessary.

Hence me being at a doctor’s office in the middle of the day looking for the address of the man.

After acquiring that address, I locked back up and headed to Irving on my bike, making sure to go the speed limit so I wouldn’t be stopped before I accomplished what I’d set out to accomplish this morning.

The address took me to a place on the outskirts of Irving, closer to Plano.

The house was in a subdivision that was filled with people. Each house had a lot of decorations, signifying that they were well lived in, except for the creep’s house.

Stone’s place was barren.

It didn’t look like anyone lived there, let alone a married couple with cats.

Parking my bike across the street, I pulled off my helmet because it was well over ninety degrees out today, and then got off the bike.

Placing the helmet on the seat, I leaned up against the bike and crossed my legs out in front of me, doing nothing but watching for now.

I did pull my phone out and look up the property records, though.

After coming up empty on the name “Cornelius Stone and Jacinda Stone” I looked up the property address. Which netted me a completely different set of names. Natasha Leo and Jack Leo. Though ‘Jack Leo’ hadn’t been added to the property taxes until this year.

Interesting.

Were they newly married?

I kept snooping on my phone while also keeping an eye out on the house—there were no cars in the driveway, but that didn’t mean that no one was home—and found that ‘Jack’s’ business wasn’t created until this year, too.

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