Best Friends Chapter 2

Best Friends Chapter 2

The first week after Dale and Ken left Carole moved in and we started our routine in hopes of staving off our want of our husbands. One evening as we were watching TV Carole turned the TV off and said: “ Savannah I have been thinking we should use this time wisely and maybe learn something so when the guys do set up their security business we can play a role.”

Tilting my head I asked: “What exactly are you thinking?”

She said: “I have been checking into what it takes to get a PI license. You need a background in criminal justice as a police officer or a degree. But there is another way and that is working for a licensed PI for up to 5 years. We have 4 years before the guys get back.”

I sat back trying to absorb what she was suggesting. We both have jobs that pay a couple of dollars above minimum wage so this may not be a pay cut.

Would it pay or would we just be free apprentices?” I asked

I checked with a local group. There are two out of an office next to the Catholic Church I approached Don Morris he said we would get paid per assignment.” Carole said

The next day we made an appointment for after work I told Carole it would be nice to be able to do the assignments before or after work. We figured we could arrange our work schedule to accommodate this new venture.

Dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt we sat in the waiting room for about 10 minutes before the door opened to Don’s office.

Ladies come in.” Don said as he motioned for us to sit on the love seat near his desk. There was another man standing to the left near the window he turned and smiled.

Don said: “This is my partner Jack Gibson he will also be handing out assignments. Your assignments will be benign, we will explain procedure especially how to complete your assignments legally.”

We each walked out of the office with an assignment, each assignment paid 20 dollars unless we get exceptional photographs of the person of interest.

My assignment was to find out if a Mr. James Campbell was cheating on his wife. Every Tuesday he is said to be meeting someone at the Carllie Hotel on Main street. We were told to be discrete but not told exactly how to attain photos of our suspect.

I waited in the coffee shop just inside the hotel James Campbell walked in wearing a three piece suit, he went directly to the front desk and walked away with a key card. I got in the elevator with him and saw him go into a room on the second floor. His window would be off the alley which runs alongside the hotel.

I hurried out into the alley, looking up trying to gage where the window would be. There was a dumpster under his window, I climbed atop of the dumpster and realized I would need one more thing to get me close enough to see inside the window. So far as I could see the curtain was still open. I found a plastic tub I threw it on top of the dumpster then used it for that extra I needed to look in. I was concentrating on Campbell I took a couple of shots of the woman on the bed and got off shot of Campbell as he undressed, he was just crawling on top of the woman when I took my last shot that is when I felt the dumpster move. I can not figure how I did not hear the garbage truck backing up. I stepped off the tub slipped and landed on my but as I slid off the dumpster into something that felt like pudding on the ground. When I stood up I realized it was not chocolate pudding but someone had deposited their personal waste there. Shit! Literally!

I scooted my body against the wall hoping to scrape off as much of the shit as I could without touching it with my hands or getting any on the camera. When I came out of the alley I bought a newspaper to set down on the seat of my car. I went home to shower and change before taking the camera back to the office.


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