Eileen Slovak

Chapter Twenty-five: Investigative Stalking

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and locales are products of the author’s imagination. They are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is coincidental. Copyright © 2024 by Eileen Slovak.

Scott

Trish Iannuccilli and Scarlet O’Brien are high on my list of potential people with something to hide. I definitely need to speak with Sean’s traveling nurse friend in Arkansas as well. Sean was a busy guy. At the moment, I only have easy access to one of the many females in his life.

      I followed Scarlet and her friends last night to some kind of burlesque bar or strip club. It seemed like an odd choice, but I thought maybe I had her pegged all wrong. Maybe she has unique tastes. It could explain the breakup with Sean, plus the no man in her life thing. It might even lead a lovestruck guy to take his own life? Maybe.

      I kept a low profile, watching her from a corner of the room. From what I could see she was not interested in meeting men or women. She was talking to her girlfriends all night, the tall one, and Corky. She’s my new bartender friend from the Un Pub. Scarlet was crossing and uncrossing her arms, then talking with her hands a lot. She seemed pissed off at Corky for some reason.

      While I watched them, some guy grabbed my ass. I swung around to punch him except he was dressed like a woman. It was enough to make me hesitate. She looked terrified. I could never hit a woman, even if she’s a man. My head was spinning, I had to get the hell out of there.

      The next time I sit at the bar in the Un Pub, I’ll pick Corky’s brain. At some point, I’ll ask her to introduce me to Scarlet. I can’t get Scarlet off my mind; how sexy she was in sweatpants with wet hair, no makeup. I need to get a grip. She could be the reason Sean crashed his car. Looking at her it’s not hard to imagine being driven to distraction.