FIVE THIRTY ON THE DOT, David sat at a table in Dos Ricco’s, across from Taylor Anderson.
“Waitress,” Taylor called to the young dark-haired woman working his table. “Can I have an extra glass please?”
“No. Just an empty glass,” requested Taylor, before turning his attention back to David.
“I can stay if you want,” Taylor said, pushing a plain manila folder across the table to David.”
David stared at it for a long time before extending his hand and pulling the folder closer to him.
“No offense,” David answered, “But I think I’d rather be alone.”
“I understand,” Taylor answered, knowing that the folder’s contents would forever change the way the young man saw his wife.
“Your glass, sir.” The waitress said, setting the empty glass down in front of Taylor who pulled a matte silver flask from his jacket pocket and poured its entire contents into the empty glass and pushed it forward so that it was next to the folder. Then he stood up, shrugged on his overcoat, and walked out of the restaurant into brisk October night praying that Carolyn, his wife, would never betray him and their marriage the way Willow Meyers had.
David lingered behind in the restaurant just him, the folder, and a nearly full glass of bourbon. When the waitress returned to ask if he too was leaving, he was barely able to answer, no.
He couldn’t have left if he’d wanted to. His heart was beating so fiercely, that he thought he was in imminent danger of having a heart attack. His mouth was as dry as the Sahara Desert while beads of sweat popped out across his forehead. And a nauseating wave of fear had swept over him as he’d reached out a trembling hand and opened the folder.
The first image he saw was of Juan Carlos, Eleanor’s husband. Confused, he flipped the photo over.
The next image, he saw, was of a young woman, naked, bent over, holding onto the window frame of what looked to be his bedroom; her face partially obscured by her blonde hair. But there was no doubt in his mind that it was Willow. And behind her, doing her doggie style, was Eleanor’s new husband, Juan Carlos. It was a knock-out punch to the gut.
He grabbed the glass that Taylor had thoughtfully left for him and downed its entire contents. When he had recovered somewhat from the shock, he noticed that there was a phone number written on the inside back of the folder. He studied it for a moment, realized it was a dot-gov number, took out his cell phone, and dialed it.
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