Payback and a Bottle of Merlot: Like Sisters Series Book One
know one way or another. I don’t know if I should take my own car or rent one. I could follow Jack a lot closer with a rental, and you know how traffic is in Manhattan. I don’t want to lose him, so I’ll have to stay close.”
    “To be honest, I think I’d rent a car. Your car is too obvious anyway. Do you need a partner in crime? I don’t have anything planned after work. I would ask Tina too, but I know she’s going to her neighbor’s birthday party tonight. If Jack is legit, we can just go out and have a decent dinner and a few drinks before heading back home.”
    “That’s sounds awesome, Vic. I’ll get a rental and pick you up at the salon at four-thirty. See you then, and thanks. I love you, girl.”
    “I know, Chica, and I love you too.”
    Mia gathered her thoughts as she sat on the patio enjoying a Diet Coke and a sandwich. Why bother going through this anyway? I could just divorce him and be done with it. Mia wasn’t a vindictive woman by nature, but the lies and Jack’s controlling ways were more than she needed. This is obviously a pattern with him. He has no remorse since he did the same thing to Karen. I’m so over him. He has to be taken down a few notches and humiliated publicly before I divorce him. You know what they say about payback Jack, it’s a bitch.
    She scrolled through her smart phone looking for a car rental agency as she sat outside soaking up the sun. “Tarrytown Car Service and Rentals. That will do just fine,” she said, as she made the call and reserved a compact car for later. “It will be perfect for weaving in and out of traffic if I need to.” She glanced at her watch: 2:30 p.m. Time to grab a shower and get busy. I need to pack up my camera equipment and binoculars too.
    Mia beeped the horn of the black Honda Civic. This car was quite different than her Camaro, which would be recognized if Jack were to see it.
    Vic ran out of the salon and climbed inside. “Nice wheels, sister!” she said, grinning. “Our first spy mission is going down. Woo hoo!”
    “You’re crazy, Vic. This just might turn out to be our calling, you know,” Mia said, with a smirk. “Could you even imagine the three of us having our own investigation company? What a riot, right? I could snap photos while the two of you critique everyone’s hair styles. Maybe you could even give me a trim while we’re sitting around doing our surveillance.” They both cracked up at the images they were coming up with. “Let’s go before we hit traffic.”

Chapter Seven
    Being stuck in the middle of late day rush hour irritated Mia. “Damn it! Can you imagine the pain it would be to drive into the city every day?”
    “So how much time and effort are you going to spend on this mission?”
    “Well, once I know where Sasha lives and her last name, I can find out more about her online. The odds aren’t always going to be in my favor, but a couple of good shots of them together is all I need. We can decide what to do with the photos later. I have to find out where she lives anyway. After that, I can take the train in and grab a cab if I need to. This isn’t going to be a long drawn out ordeal, Vic. Once I’ve got what I need to embarrass his ass and expose him for the snake he is, I’ll be done with him, unless we get Sasha to join forces with us. What a joke that would be. We’ll teach him who to mess with. Anyway, we still have forty-five minutes before he gets out of work. We should make it in time. The traffic is starting to let up a little.”
    They were in front of his office building by five-fifty. “Good, we have ten to fifteen minutes to find a parking spot and settle in. I brought two sets of bino’s along in case we’re a few blocks away.”
    “You’re a smart one, sleuth sister,” Vic said.
    The girls sat back and popped the tops of a couple Diet Cokes. They watched from the parking spot they found a half block away from the front door of Jack’s office building. It was ten after six

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