long ago, for molesting an underage female. And Lizzy could guarantee he’d be arrested again. In fact, she was going to make sure of it. Mrs. Ben nett was probably counting the minutes, waiting for a nice quiet respite from the evil man who shared her bed.
But did Mrs. Bennett ever stop to think of her husband’s victims?
Were diamonds and pearls worth living with a disgusting, manipulative excuse of a man?
Lizzy counted to ten and reined in her anger. She’d never met the woman. She shouldn’t judge. She wanted to throw up. Every thought of late, every bit of focus, was on taking Bennett down. She couldn’t stop if she wanted to.
Lizzy sipped water from her reusable bottle, and then rubbed her stomach. She felt bloated and uncomfortable. She unfastened the top button of her jeans and was rewarded with instantaneous relief. It was six o’clock already, and she began to wonder if Kobi had the date and time wrong. Maybe tonight wasn’t the night, after all. And that’s when the iron gates to the monster’s lair slid open.
It was him. Time to take care of business.
The video camera hooked to her dashboard was ready to go. She turned it on, waited until he was far enough ahead, and then followed him down the street. She’d been doing surveillance long enough to know she needed to stay a safe distance away.
Tammy Walters had confirmed that Bennett preferred to do his evil business under the cloak of darkness. He’d rarely taken her sister Miriam out during the day. The problem for Lizzy was that ever since he’d been under public scrutiny, he’d been more careful. He was a patient man. But although he had deep pockets, he’d already called in a lot of favors. She could only hope he was running out of people to bribe.
As she followed him, making sure not to miss a traffic light before merging onto the highway, it angered her anew that he used his position in life to take advantage of these young women. He was rich and handsome. A reputable man like Wayne Bennett made it easy for the women being mentored to throw caution to the wind. He was their savior—the man who could change their lives for the better. He took dreams into the palm of his hand and crushed them.
Fifteen minutes later, she followed him off the highway and through a maze of smaller side streets, bringing them to La Riv iera. Many of the houses on this particular road had weeds for lawns and broken windows. Most of the mailboxes had been dented in or were missing altogether. Kids vented, got their frustrations out by damaging other people’s property. And then they went on to become gang members, druggies, rapists, whatever. Nobody gave a shit.
Two blocks away, parked at the curb, Lizzy watched a young girl leave her apartment, turn back, and wave at whoever stood at the door before she climbed into the black sedan awaiting her arrival.
It boggled the mind to see the man at work. Not a care in the world. Right there out in the open for everyone to see. He wasn’t afraid of anyone. He was king of the world, powerful and in control. The hatred she felt for the man continued to grow in intensity. He used his success to manipulate people and make them do things to satisfy his revolting desires. Wayne Bennett’s father had been a well-respected businessman in Sacramento, all the way up to his death. Wayne Bennett attended the best schools. He married well and went on to have two kids. He made his family proud. After his business flourished, he decided to give back to the community. But apparently that wasn’t enough.
She followed the black sedan. The red light on the video assured her it was still recording. Her phone rang, lighting up the screen on her dashboard. It was Hayley.
No need to turn video off since it would not record sound. “Answer call.”
“Lizzy. It’s Hayley. Are you there?”
“I’m here. What do you need?”
“I thought we were going to have a meeting tonight?”
“We’ll have to move it to tomorrow
But did Mrs. Bennett ever stop to think of her husband’s victims?
Were diamonds and pearls worth living with a disgusting, manipulative excuse of a man?
Lizzy counted to ten and reined in her anger. She’d never met the woman. She shouldn’t judge. She wanted to throw up. Every thought of late, every bit of focus, was on taking Bennett down. She couldn’t stop if she wanted to.
Lizzy sipped water from her reusable bottle, and then rubbed her stomach. She felt bloated and uncomfortable. She unfastened the top button of her jeans and was rewarded with instantaneous relief. It was six o’clock already, and she began to wonder if Kobi had the date and time wrong. Maybe tonight wasn’t the night, after all. And that’s when the iron gates to the monster’s lair slid open.
It was him. Time to take care of business.
The video camera hooked to her dashboard was ready to go. She turned it on, waited until he was far enough ahead, and then followed him down the street. She’d been doing surveillance long enough to know she needed to stay a safe distance away.
Tammy Walters had confirmed that Bennett preferred to do his evil business under the cloak of darkness. He’d rarely taken her sister Miriam out during the day. The problem for Lizzy was that ever since he’d been under public scrutiny, he’d been more careful. He was a patient man. But although he had deep pockets, he’d already called in a lot of favors. She could only hope he was running out of people to bribe.
As she followed him, making sure not to miss a traffic light before merging onto the highway, it angered her anew that he used his position in life to take advantage of these young women. He was rich and handsome. A reputable man like Wayne Bennett made it easy for the women being mentored to throw caution to the wind. He was their savior—the man who could change their lives for the better. He took dreams into the palm of his hand and crushed them.
Fifteen minutes later, she followed him off the highway and through a maze of smaller side streets, bringing them to La Riv iera. Many of the houses on this particular road had weeds for lawns and broken windows. Most of the mailboxes had been dented in or were missing altogether. Kids vented, got their frustrations out by damaging other people’s property. And then they went on to become gang members, druggies, rapists, whatever. Nobody gave a shit.
Two blocks away, parked at the curb, Lizzy watched a young girl leave her apartment, turn back, and wave at whoever stood at the door before she climbed into the black sedan awaiting her arrival.
It boggled the mind to see the man at work. Not a care in the world. Right there out in the open for everyone to see. He wasn’t afraid of anyone. He was king of the world, powerful and in control. The hatred she felt for the man continued to grow in intensity. He used his success to manipulate people and make them do things to satisfy his revolting desires. Wayne Bennett’s father had been a well-respected businessman in Sacramento, all the way up to his death. Wayne Bennett attended the best schools. He married well and went on to have two kids. He made his family proud. After his business flourished, he decided to give back to the community. But apparently that wasn’t enough.
She followed the black sedan. The red light on the video assured her it was still recording. Her phone rang, lighting up the screen on her dashboard. It was Hayley.
No need to turn video off since it would not record sound. “Answer call.”
“Lizzy. It’s Hayley. Are you there?”
“I’m here. What do you need?”
“I thought we were going to have a meeting tonight?”
“We’ll have to move it to tomorrow
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