Chapter 8

When I got up the next morning to go to the gym, Lynda was still sleeping peacefully in my mother’s bed. I did a longer workout that morning than I usually did. I got back to my house at about eleven o’clock to find Lynda drinking a cup of coffee at the kitchen table.

“Fuck, you wore me out last night. I have not slept that good in years.” she giggled.

“Hmmmm ... Who can’t keep up with who?” I laughed.

“Oh, don’t kid yourself ... I haven’t even started with you yet.” she giggled.

“Sounds promising...” I responded.

“When is Cassie coming back?” Lynda asked.

“I think tomorrow but I’m not real sure.” I answered.

“So, I guess I’m going to have to split you with her?” Lynda giggled.

“Uh ... Unless you want to fuck us both?” I laughed.

“I have absolutely no problem fucking another woman.” Lynda offered.

“Well, maybe we can see how Cassie feels about it.” I remarked.

“That’s a deal.” Lynda laughed.

Later that day, I went to the sandwich shop to get Lynda and I something to eat. I ordered two roast beef sandwiches and a large order of French fries. I took a seat in the booth to the side and waiting for my order. About five minutes later, Jennifer Smith walked in and placed an order. Jennifer was Destin Thibodaux’s girlfriend and I had heard they were engaged to be married. She finished with her order and turned towards the booth area when she saw me.

“Hey Jennifer, how are you?” I stated, greeting her.

“Oh, hey Chris.” she replied, with a deer in the headlights look.

She sat at the booth directly across from me doing everything in her power not to look at me. Since, I might not have this opportunity in the near future, so I decided to take a chance.

“Jennifer, I am pretty sure after talking to Chrissy that I know what happened.” I commented.

She looked over at me with both hands folded on her lap. She looked confused maybe, but I wanted to continue with the questions.

“About what? What did Chrissy tell you?” she asked.

“What happened to my mom...” I stated, looking her dead in the eye.

As soon as I finished my sentence and the words struck her it further convinced me that those nine people who had harassed me for so long knew something about what happened to my mother.

“I’m have no idea what you mean...” she stuttered.

“Yes, you do ... but it’s ok. Tell them when I’m sure ... I’m coming for them.” I replied, getting up and going to the counter.

I took my order and paid for it then walked outside and got into my car. One look through the window confirmed that Jennifer was already on the phone in a serious conversation. I had no clue as to why they would want to harm my mother, but their reactions told me they knew something about it. I pulled out and drove back to my house where I had dinner with Lynda. Since it was Friday night, I decided to make myself seen out on the town.

Lynda wanted to watch a movie so I told her I would be back in a few hours. She told me she would be ready and winked at me. There were only four clubs in town that Jennifer and her crew hung at on the weekends. It was either Moe’s Pizza, Comeback Inn, Smiley’s or the Chug-a-Lug. They had a reputation for catering to the football players and looking the other way when they drank beer. I passed Moe’s but it was dead, so I continued down the expressway until I looked into the parking lot of the Chug-a-Lug. There were several cars I recognized so I pulled into the parking lot. It seemed like this was the place to be tonight by the number of cars in the parking lot. I got out and walked around to the front door and made my way inside.

I immediately spotted the crew at a large table in the back, so I took a small table in the corner near the front door. The waitress came over and I ordered a beer handing her a five-dollar bill. As long as you tipped well most of the time, they would ask no questions.

I could see the table every now and then through the people milling around the bar. I was well hidden, so I knew I would not be noticed unless one of them came to the front door. About forty-five minutes later, I noticed a few of the guys getting up and putting their jackets on. I got up quickly and went to the side room with the pool tables in it. Several minutes later, I took my seat at the table again.

Jennifer Smith, Chrissy Haynes, Maggie Miller, Darren Miller and Haley Mills were still at the table. From what I had heard around town, the only couple not having problems were Jennifer and Destin. Most of the others were on again then off again. I wanted to try and get the girls alone, but it didn’t seem like Darren and Haley were leaving anytime soon. It also did not appear the girls were in real good shape from the drinking. Chrissy’s head was on the table as Haley rubbed her back.