It’s been a little over six weeks since I started my stake-out of Sinclair’s widow. I was drawn to her from her photographs, but those have nothing on the real live version of her.

Raven Robenstein.

Now that’s a woman I can sink my teeth into.

She has long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a body that makes a man quiver in anticipation. And those legs, don’t even get me started on those.

I just need to figure out how to approach her without giving away the fact that we were responsible for her asshole husband’s sudden disappearance, and demise. I did manage to do some things behind the scenes, and the monies that were in his name were delivered to her house.

In cash.

I remember the look on her face when she opened her door and saw the bag sitting there. She carried it in side and I watched through her open living room window as she opened the bag and pulled out the note.

Raven,

Trust me when I say that you’ve earned every penny of this and more. Please use it to take care of yourself and your son.

Forever your new and devoted friend,

J

She was smart, though, she didn’t just run to her bank and make a hefty deposit, which would have drawn suspicion her way. No, she opened several new accounts, made a decent deposit, and put the rest in the firesafe box that I know is in her bedroom closet.

But yet, I sit. I watch. I wait.

I’m biding my time, and getting as much of a paper trail as I can to show her. I mean, without proof, why would I expect her to believe a word I say? I’m a stranger to her.

I wouldn’t trust me.

Not without an indisputable amount of documentation.

But I long for that day to come, the one where I can knock on her door and speak to her face-to-face. Her kid is standoffish with anyone but his mother. I’ve seen proof of this when I’ve followed her to the grocery store, bank, and when she took him to purchase a new pair of shoes.

My fists clench wondering what that bastard said or did that has that little guy scared of his own shadow. I remember how that feels and mentally vow to do everything I can to help him overcome that feeling.

My goals set, I leave and head back to the office to see if any of the feelers I put out into cyberspace have caught anything yet.

I don’t know why my husband has suddenly up and disappeared. He’s never given me the freedom before. What’s happened now? I don’t ask because I miss him, I ask because I’m terrified he’ll come back.

My son is scared to death of him.

My family refuses to have us over because of the way he acts and treats us.

My friends, the few I had anyway, have abandoned me.

It’s weird, because my dad’s the one who insisted on this marriage merger to begin with. I couldn’t stand my husband on first glance, but I did what I had to do for my family. It was sheer dumb luck that I got pregnant the first time out of the gate. Thankfully, he hasn’t touched me since that one time. I shudder at the memory of him.

In a nutshell, it was awful.

I know he has women on the side. I’m not dumb enough to believe a man like him can go without. If I had proof of it, it would be enough to file for a divorce without any backlash from my family. Not that they like him, but they like his contacts.

But with his sudden disappearance, I have a feeling that something bad is coming my way.