Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
My last serious relationship was three years ago, with a man I dated for four. He was good, kind, and sweet, but he was boring. That’s due to no fault of his own, and I’m certain there is a woman out there who will adore that he is a homebody and not very adventurous, but for me, unfortunately, it was never going to work. It broke his heart when I left him, but I’m certain one day he’ll thank me for it.
Pushing to my feet, I glance down at a still sleeping Leo.
I’m going to leave him right where he is, too.
I have business to take care of today, and for once, I’m not going to tell him what it is I’m doing. Instead, I’m just going to go ahead and do it. Mostly, because I’m not entirely certain that the choice I’m about to make is the right one. Still, as I sneak out of the room with my clothes in hand, I already know my mind is made up.
Getting ready quickly, I eat a granola bar and make a coffee to go as I turn and rush out the door, leaving a note telling Leo that I’m going to the gym. Hopefully he’ll sleep long enough that he won’t notice that’s not where I am, even if he does, I’ll make up a story and tell him I had a change of plans. Pulling on my shoes and gathering my car keys, I get in and make my way toward my destination.
The mayor’s office.
It’s risky, I already know it, but I’m angry, and I want him to know that what he did that day didn’t go unnoticed, and one day he will come face to face with his justice. Yes, I’m going to make sure of it, even if it makes people angry in the process. Just because he’s higher up in power doesn’t mean that he should ever be able to get away with the monstrous act he committed that day.
We won’t even get started on all the other things I suspect he’s covering up.
Reaching the offices, I glance up at the huge building in front of me. Bill isn’t mayor any longer, but he did run two full terms of eight years, which is quite impressive. Now, his son, and protégé, William, is running as Mayor, and Bill works alongside him. I just know he had a hand in getting him elected. Though, I have no doubt in my mind that everyone who has taken up that role has been doing whatever sketchy shit Bill has his hand in.
Still, he is still working in these offices and is still a strong part of the community after all these years, so I know I’ll find him here, shoving his nose into business that isn’t his and messing up more people’s lives. It’s interesting, actually, trying to find out how deep this all goes. Clearly the police officers of the town have a hand in the situation, also, and that makes me wonder just who else could be in on it.
Walking into the office, I approach the reception where a pretty young woman is behind the desk, dressed impeccably in her pantsuit with her hair tied up in a bun atop her hair. She looks up at me and gives me a warm, welcoming smile. “Good morning, how may I help you today?”
“I’m just wanting to see if Bill was in today?” I smile sweetly. “I’m his niece, I was hoping to surprise him.”
Her eyes widen, and her smile gets bigger. “That’s wonderful. He is in, let me call him down.”
“Thanks.”
I step back and watch as she makes a call. A moment later, she tells me to take a seat and that he’ll be right with me. I half expected her to tell me that he has no niece and to leave, but sometimes this little trick of mine actually works. I tell them I’m a relative, they call it through, and the person on the other line is curious as to why someone would be claiming to be a relative and so they come out. I’ve gotten a lot of stories using this method.
Within five minutes, an older man walks out of the elevator leading up the top offices. His eyes fall on mine, and a shiver runs up my spine. I’ve seen pictures of the infamous Bill Whart, but up close, he’s scarier and far more confronting. He has aged a lot in the last twenty years. Gone is his thick dark hair, and in its place, there are flickers of gray with a receding hairline. His eyes, the same murky green, have small wrinkles on the skin surrounding them. He’s still a well-built man, tall and large, but he is a little softer around the middle these days.