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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 298 of 307 That son of a bitch. He wasn't telling me where she was at at all! He just wanted me to get the hell out of S.F. before Cox floated up to the surface and his whole scheme unraveled. CHAPTER 3 6 I was dressed and ready to pull out of Santa Barbara by nine a.m. the next morning. I had the "finper" app running and had already followed Sarah to the Smart One Daycare about two blocks from her Day's Inn room. She then went to a temp agency where I guessed she was seated, filling out applications, dropping off her resume and waiting for an interview. It didn't mean that she was deciding to stay in Monterey, but it was safe to assume she wasn't leaving today. I was just about to get in my car and leave the motel when I felt the Steve-phone in my pocket and realized that he could still be tracking me. I turned around and walked smoothly across the parking lot and back to the room. I didn't know if there were cameras that he might be using to spy on me. To be honest I didn't even know if he was still interested in me. All I knew was that I didn't want >to make his spying on me any too easy. I turned on the phone and slid it in between the mattress and boxed springs of the bed, right to the center of the bed where it likely wouldn't be discovered for weeks. |