Angie hung up the phone. One camera down and one to go, she thought and checked her watch. Angie took a sip of her coffee, swallowed hard and rang Jim’s number. Jim had brought the second camera to the party. Angie knew that Jim had always liked her and maybe she could use it against him.
“Jim. Hey… it’s Angie.”
He hesitated for a long hard moment, cleared his throat and said, “Angie. I didn’t expect to hear from you.”
Angie gave him a skinny chuckle to help ease his discomfort.
“Is Margie at home?” she asked, trying to sound coy.
“No… gone shopping with the kids; for a couple of hours.”
“Then you can speak freely?” she asked.
“Yeah. I guess so. What’s on your mind?”
“Last night…” Angie started, but he cut her off.
“About last night, Jim said apologetically. “Things kinda got outt
