Haunting-Adeline

weren’t authorized to kick down my goddamn door. Regardless, the li le
girl is gone, and ninety-thousand dollars went down the drain.”
My displeasure is prominent as I say, "Do you have any idea who it was?
I would love to talk to them about stealing from me."
A smirk forms on his face. "As soon as I have confirma on, I will let you
know. Otherwise, keep the beast contained." He pats my chest and
mo ons towards an empty booth. "Let's have a drink. The ceremony won't
start for a few hours."
"Lead the way."
"So, my wife said that she's going to leave, right? I told her there isn't a
goddamn inch that exists in this world where she could hide, and I couldn't
find her." He finishes his statement with a huff and shake of his head,
boggled that his wife would even try to find a happy life somewhere else.
Somewhere that doesn’t involve ea ng children for dinner. And
whatever else sick shit they do to them in the mean me.
"Women like to run, but they like to be caught even more," I murmur.
He looks at me, a wicked grin curling his lips. "Exactly, man. Too bad the
bitch isn't worth chasing. So by the me I catch her, she's going to wish she
did find that inch. You know how exhaus ng it is to be married to someone
who doesn't share the same tastes as you? I've tried to ini ate her several
mes, but she refuses. Can you believe that?"
How does someone with a shred of decency even answer that?
You don't.
I shake my head casually, taking a sip of my whiskey. Addie's grandfather
has be er taste than these old dicklickers.
Glancing at his Rolex, he mo ons for me to follow as he stands. "It's
me. Let’s head on down," Dan says, swallowing the last of his whiskey
before se ng the empty crystal glass on the table. He turns and checks out
a passing stripper, his eyes leering on her exposed backside.
"And when we're done, I'm going to take a bite out of that one next.
These ini a ons always get me in the mood."