Mark
My ears perked up when I heard the guy at the table behind me say “Noah isn’t even here.” I knew exactly who they were talking about since he was with f*****g delusional Phoebe. Helped my date was really boring so I could hear. She was too busy taking photos of her food and then selfies to talk much. Last blind date I go on.
After that I leaned back farther catching snippets of their convo. The words ‘GPS tracker’, “his truck” and “illegal” were enough to scare me. But my blood froze hearing her mention using Caylee and taking photos of her to spread online.
Scumball got pissed and left. I excused myself and followed him outside. When he was opening his car door, I tapped his shoulder stuffing down my irritation. He’ll deny anything I ask outright. “Hey, are you Trey Johnson?”
