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By:Jettie Woodruff


“Come home. I love you.”

“Love you too, be there in a few.”





Chapter 18





I never lied to Drew. I was afraid of lying to Drew. He’d find out, I was sure of it. I should have let it go. I couldn’t. I needed to find out what was in the lock box at the bank. I’m not sure why I needed to find out. I just did. It was probably nothing. Some jewelry or something. I’d just have a look and then put the key back where I found it. I wouldn’t mess with the contents of the locked box.

“You just went out with Alicia yesterday,” Drew complained when I told him that Nicky and I were going over to her house and maybe to lunch.

“So, you’re just going to be locked up with Celeste all day. What else do you want me to do?”

“I don’t like you having that much freedom. It worries me.”

I moved myself close to Drew’s chest, leaned against him and kissed his chin. “Stop worrying about me. I’m fine, just bored.”

“I’ll give you something to do,” he teased, kissing my lips.

“Hmm, okay, let’s do that now,” I offered.

“Let’s not,” Celeste said from the door.

“Great, you always do this in front of Celeste. Now she thinks of me as being weak. She’ll never listen to me now,” Drew complained in a joking manner.

“She doesn’t think of you as weak. She thinks you like to fuck your wife.”

“GET OUT OF HERE!” Drew yelled, sending both Celeste and me into a laughing state.

***

“I don’t like this, Morgan. What if Drew comes here? What if he calls? What am I supposed to say? Just let me come with you and I’ll wait in the car.”

“No, Alicia. Just keep Nick for me for a little while. Drew’s not going to call you. Has he ever called you or stopped by to check on me? No. He’d call me, not you. I won’t be long,” I promised, handing over Nicholas and quickly getting out of there. I didn’t know how much time I had or if I even needed to worry about it. Chances are Drew wouldn’t call at all. I still couldn’t help the excitement and fear, sending my nerves on an overloaded high.

Turning up the music, trying to drown out my panicked thoughts of Drew catching me, I went where he forbid me to go, even with Alicia. I drove to the strip, right to down town Vegas. Drew would kill me if he knew I went there.

I had to walk two blocks to even get to the bank. There was nowhere to park, and I ended up paying nine dollars just to park in a parking garage for ten minutes.

“Hey, pretty lady,” some guys hanging out inside the dim lit garage called to me. I knew I shouldn’t have worn a skirt. I ignored them with a speeding heart, hoping they didn’t follow. Thank god they didn’t.

“Can you tell me where to go for this?” I asked, the man just inside the bank doors.

“Right through there, ma’am,” he nodded to a set of white doors with gold trim, the kind you’d expect to see in Las Vegas.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. This key is registered under a Drew Kelley. Without proper identification, I can’t let you in,” the nice lady explained. Shoot. Now what?

“I’m his wife, and Michael Callaway passed away. He was my father,” I tried. It was worth a shot.

“I’m sorry, but I still need a power of attorney or Mr. Kelley’s presence.” She smiled.

“Thank you,” I disappointedly, replied. Well, that didn’t work. Oh, just stop it, Morgan. It’s probably nothing anyway, diamonds or something. Let it go, I tried to tell myself. Why couldn’t I let it go? Why was that deposit box eating away at my mind like it was? I needed to forget the deposit box, take the key back to the estate, and let it go. But why was the key at Randal’s house if the deposit box was in Drew’s name? It didn’t add up.

Quickly walking back the way I came, I once again ignored the same group of guys, admiring my black Lexus. Investigating in my mind about how to get in that deposit box, I jumped from the ringing of my phone.

“Hello,” I answered Alicia.

“Drew tracked your phone. He knows you went downtown.”

“How do you know? Shit, Alicia. What did you tell him?”

“Nothing, I told him you didn’t tell me where you were going, that you only asked me to keep Nicky for a bit.”

“He’s calling me now. I’ll call you back.”

“Where the fuck are you?”

“Oh, my god, Drew. I’m fine.”

“Why are you downtown?” he angrily asked.

“I wanted to buy a new outfit and some new toys for us and surprise you later, but I can’t seem to get out of your sight long enough to do anything on my own,” I yelled, pulling that lie from I have no idea where. I always lied better under pressure. I was glad I didn’t have time to conjure up a story, I’d screw it up anyway.