Tiptoeing down the hall, I enter Connie's room and find Chris' wallet in the back pocket of his pants. I jot down his full name, Chris McEwan, along with his address, driver license number, and a couple of his credit card numbers. I replace everything and return to my room, just before their shower ends. I crawl into bed with only one thought on my mind: I'm going to expose this son-of-a-b***h!
The next morning, after a few phone calls to friends who owe me favors, I have the information I need. Now I just have to figure out how to tell Connie. I can't just blurt out that instead of living with his mother, her boyfriend lives with his wife and three kids.
It seems that after graduating from college with a less than stellar grade point average, Chris took a low level job in his current fi
