11
THE DISCOVERY
JOHN
Sitting in the car, I watched the house, running my hands through my hair and wiping at the sweat on my forehead. Gripping tightly the steering wheel, I stared up at her window hoping to get a glimpse of her figure.
Take a breath, John, I told myself. How could she do that to me and not want me to react? I wanted to climb up to that window and be with her.
Shaking my head, I looked into the distance. Turn on the car and go home, Slater. You’ll see her tomorrow, and the next day … and then, before you know it, she’ll be with you forever.
With a single huff and then a grin, I drove off. Thirty minutes later, I was in the driveway of the rental. Why did I leave her? Shaking my head again, the phone still mounted on the car console began to ring.
“John Slater,” I a
