Chapter 38
EDDIE
To my surprise, I saw April approaching the Little League field on Monday morning.
It had been a necessary precaution, but I didn’t actually expect her to show up. Something serious was up.
The parking lot was empty except for her car. As I’d told her, these fields had very little use except during Little League season.
We were the only two people in sight. The next business was a quarter-mile away. These fields were one of the rare locations in LA where you actually had some privacy.
“What happened?” I asked.
“He knows.”
“Who knows?”
“Who do you fucking think?”
“Your husband.”
“Obviously.”
“How can you be certain?”
April gave me a rundown of what happened on Friday and Saturday night. I wanted to poke holes in her theory, but I couldn’t. It sure sounded like her husband was checking up on her by analyzing her phone. I also had to remind myself not to smile since this had all been my doing.
“And you’re positive the guy you saw was breaking into your husband’s car?”
“Yes, I know what kind of car my husband drives. And I fucking know where we’d parked five minutes before.”
I was loving these f-bombs. It meant that April was pissed, which is precisely what I’d wanted when I decided to leave the note on David’s car. The more pissed April was, the more she’d be willing to go along with my little plan, which was still in the planning stages, by the way.
But I couldn’t dot the i’s and cross the t’s until I knew that April was on board, which was getting closer by the minute.
I just needed David to confirm that April was having an affair and call her out on it. Then she would be all mine.
“What could he have found on the phone?” I asked.
“Well, we never texted, obviously, but maybe he found out my GPS.”
“How would he know to look at Tuesday mornings?”
April shook her head. “I don’t know. There’s a lot I’m not sure of. One thing I do know is that his face changed later that night. It’s like he knew something that I didn’t. Like he was holding something over me.”
“Don’t be so sure,” I said, trying to sound empathetic, when in reality, I was loving this. “Let’s see what he says to you after Tuesday. And obviously, we won’t be meeting at Hotel Pico.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
Keep up those swear words, April!
“Let’s plan on meeting here again on Wednesday. You’ll probably have a lot more information by then, and we could go from there.”
“Go where?” she said.
“We’ll talk about that on Wednesday. Maybe you’re wrong about all of this.”
“I’m fucking not.”
Beautiful.