19th September, 2013Bob and I received a tip off that there might be a possible meeting between two people that perhaps shouldn’t meet. We went to Dwayne’s luxurious gated home, which had cameras everywhere and a security guard outside. Fortunately, we had a pair of powerful binoculars, and a microphone that could pick up chatter emanating from Alice Springs, Australia.
I spied and saw Dwayne chilling on a La-Z-Boy chair as Cheryl handed him something, a drink. He then motioned with his hand and she moved. Maybe she was blocking his view of the TV. A short time later, and Dwayne had dropped his drink and wasn’t moving at all. Cheryl left him, got into her Porsche Boxster and sped away. The security guard was snoring his head off. Dwayne would not be happy about that.
We got into our car
