isn’t it?” Steve’s blue eyes sparkled mischievously.
“What do you think?”
“I think that Brick was in contact with this woman on Facebook before he moved up here – and that’s why he pushed to move back to Michigan,” Steve said. “I think that his wife found out and that’s when she moved out.”
“Why do you think that?”
“I heard him screaming at her on his cell phone outside one day,” Steve explained. “That’s the way it sounded to me.”
“So, it’s not really a theory, you have actual knowledge of this?”
“I don’t have any confirmation from his wife,” Steve said.
“Still . . .”
“Yeah,” Steve nodded. “It sounds like Brick was at least emotionally cheating on his wife with this woman.”
“And now he’s actually involved with her?”
“She brings him a home-cooked meal every night.”
“You’re kidding. I thought he cooked?”
“He used to cook his own stuff every night. Now she brings huge meals to him. In Tupperware.”
“Nice.”
“Then they rendezvous in the parking lot for his fifteen-minute break before he brings the meal inside to eat.”
Gross. “By rendezvous do you mean . . .”
“Yeah, he’s having sex with her in the parking lot.” We were both as excited as teenagers. It really wasn’t a ringing testimonial to our maturity level.
“How do you know that?”
“We might have spied,” Steve admitted.
I was about to tell him that was both immature and disgusting, but then I realized I would have done exactly the same thing. “Do you know anything about this woman?”
“No,” Steve replied. “I just know she thinks Brick is the greatest guy in the world.”
“So, maybe she has brain damage?” I was joking – kind of.
“Brick seems happy,” Steve said. “He’s a lot easier to be around when he’s happy. Trust me.”
I didn’t doubt that. I thanked Steve for the information and then dropped back by my desk. I checked my email to see if anything new had come in and then got back up. I didn’t have enough for a new story but I did have some interesting new leads. Now I just had to figure out what it all meant.
I was momentarily distracted by the sound of my cell phone going off. I glanced down and internally cringed when I saw Carly’s phone number pop up on the screen. This couldn’t be good.
“What’s up?”
“I’m going to kill her!” Carly has been prone to dramatic outbursts since I met her. This wedding, though, was on the verge of tipping her over into a 48-hour involuntary psych hold.
“Who are we talking about?”
“Harriet, who do you think? And you call yourself an investigative reporter.”
I could tell, by the shrill tone of Carly’s voice, that things were about to explode in Chesterfield Township.
“What did she do now?”
“She wants the wedding moved to Chicago.”
“Why?”
“Because she doesn’t feel safe bringing her family to Detroit – where random people are getting shot on freeways,” Carly seethed.
“They’re getting shot in Chicago, too,” I pointed out. “Chicago’s murder rate is pretty much the same as Detroit’s now.”
“Not in the neighborhood they live in,” Carly shot back snottily.
“Just tell her everything is already set,” I replied pragmatically. “It’s already paid for. You’ll lose too much money.”
“She says she’s willing to cover the money.”
“What does Kyle say?”
“Kyle doesn’t want to upset anyone so he’s just going golfing for fifteen hours a day. He’s such a wimp.”
That sounded like him. He was actually a good match for Carly, mostly because he tended to be even-tempered while she flew off the handle. However, that easy nature was also why he stretched prone on the ground and let his mother walk all over him whenever she felt like it.
“You’re going to have to be firm with her,” I replied. “Just tell her no.”
“I can’t,” Carly whined. “If I’m too mean to her, things are going to get even worse
“What do you think?”
“I think that Brick was in contact with this woman on Facebook before he moved up here – and that’s why he pushed to move back to Michigan,” Steve said. “I think that his wife found out and that’s when she moved out.”
“Why do you think that?”
“I heard him screaming at her on his cell phone outside one day,” Steve explained. “That’s the way it sounded to me.”
“So, it’s not really a theory, you have actual knowledge of this?”
“I don’t have any confirmation from his wife,” Steve said.
“Still . . .”
“Yeah,” Steve nodded. “It sounds like Brick was at least emotionally cheating on his wife with this woman.”
“And now he’s actually involved with her?”
“She brings him a home-cooked meal every night.”
“You’re kidding. I thought he cooked?”
“He used to cook his own stuff every night. Now she brings huge meals to him. In Tupperware.”
“Nice.”
“Then they rendezvous in the parking lot for his fifteen-minute break before he brings the meal inside to eat.”
Gross. “By rendezvous do you mean . . .”
“Yeah, he’s having sex with her in the parking lot.” We were both as excited as teenagers. It really wasn’t a ringing testimonial to our maturity level.
“How do you know that?”
“We might have spied,” Steve admitted.
I was about to tell him that was both immature and disgusting, but then I realized I would have done exactly the same thing. “Do you know anything about this woman?”
“No,” Steve replied. “I just know she thinks Brick is the greatest guy in the world.”
“So, maybe she has brain damage?” I was joking – kind of.
“Brick seems happy,” Steve said. “He’s a lot easier to be around when he’s happy. Trust me.”
I didn’t doubt that. I thanked Steve for the information and then dropped back by my desk. I checked my email to see if anything new had come in and then got back up. I didn’t have enough for a new story but I did have some interesting new leads. Now I just had to figure out what it all meant.
I was momentarily distracted by the sound of my cell phone going off. I glanced down and internally cringed when I saw Carly’s phone number pop up on the screen. This couldn’t be good.
“What’s up?”
“I’m going to kill her!” Carly has been prone to dramatic outbursts since I met her. This wedding, though, was on the verge of tipping her over into a 48-hour involuntary psych hold.
“Who are we talking about?”
“Harriet, who do you think? And you call yourself an investigative reporter.”
I could tell, by the shrill tone of Carly’s voice, that things were about to explode in Chesterfield Township.
“What did she do now?”
“She wants the wedding moved to Chicago.”
“Why?”
“Because she doesn’t feel safe bringing her family to Detroit – where random people are getting shot on freeways,” Carly seethed.
“They’re getting shot in Chicago, too,” I pointed out. “Chicago’s murder rate is pretty much the same as Detroit’s now.”
“Not in the neighborhood they live in,” Carly shot back snottily.
“Just tell her everything is already set,” I replied pragmatically. “It’s already paid for. You’ll lose too much money.”
“She says she’s willing to cover the money.”
“What does Kyle say?”
“Kyle doesn’t want to upset anyone so he’s just going golfing for fifteen hours a day. He’s such a wimp.”
That sounded like him. He was actually a good match for Carly, mostly because he tended to be even-tempered while she flew off the handle. However, that easy nature was also why he stretched prone on the ground and let his mother walk all over him whenever she felt like it.
“You’re going to have to be firm with her,” I replied. “Just tell her no.”
“I can’t,” Carly whined. “If I’m too mean to her, things are going to get even worse
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