Chapter 16
Caught by surprise, I whispered, “This has gone far enough, Renee.”
“You’re spying on your soon to be ex-wife through holes drilled in someone else’s wall, using high tech equipment,” Renee had a serious ‘do-not-f**k-with-me’ look on her face. “If you go running in there to save your wife right now, it all comes crashing down on you. Not to mention, the motel manager might not take it well.”
“What do you mean? Spell it out,” I said.
“If you lose her, we’ve set up the divorce perfectly. You’ll get out of it clean, just what you want,” Renee explained. “If you go charging in there on your white steed, she might reject your help and use it in court to get a s**t pot full of money. ‘He was spying on me, invading my privacy, and destroying the motel’s property by drilling holes.’
