The Country Club Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Tim Miller
“Not funny asshole,” Crystal said as she walked out to the car. The other two followed behind her for the next stage of the trip.
Chapter 8
Joel sat quietly in the back seat as they drove through town trying to find the Days Inn. It turned out there were two of them. Something the mystery emailer hadn’t specified. The first one was in their part of town, just a few blocks away. They went to the room and Crystal knocked, but there was no answer. So they left for the other one.
“What if this guy or whoever is fucking with us?” Sophie said. “Maybe there is no one there and this has been a waste of time.”
“I told you what that reporter said. It’s around here somewhere. So we have to follow through,” Crystal insisted.
Joel didn’t know why, but he found Crystal even more attractive when she was fired up and barking out orders. On the outside, she looked petite and reserved, but was totally the opposite. Her personality was far larger than her body. They finally reached the Days Inn and filed out of the car. They walked up to room 206 where Crystal knocked four times. There was no answer.
“Great,” Sophie said. “Any other great ideas?”
The room door opened a crack. It was a woman. She looked older, with brown hair and flecks of gray. She had on no makeup and her hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed in a week.
“Are you Crystal?” the woman said.
“Um, yes. That’s me. You sent the emails?” Crystal said.
“Yes. Did anyone follow you?”
“No…I don’t think so. I haven’t noticed anyone.”
She glared at Sophie and Joel. Joel thought she was trying to turn him to stone.
“Who are they?” she asked.
“They’re my friends. This is Sophie and this is Joel. They came with me. They’re ok. They’re my best friends.”
“Ok. Come in.” The woman opened the door the rest of the way and the three entered the room. It smelled like cigarette smoke and rotten cheese. There were dirty clothes everywhere along with fast food wrappers and cigarette butts.
“So who are you?” Crystal asked.
“I’m Eileen. I’m glad you came here. I didn’t know who else to contact.” She walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. “My husband is a member of The Country Club.”
“Holy shit ,” Joel said. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. I’m very serious.”
“How do you know?” Crystal asked. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. He’s an investment banker. We live in Dallas. He’s always taking these long trips though. For years he’s been taking these trips. I finally hired a private investigator to follow him, I thought he was having an affair. The PI followed him here. Well, not just here but there is a property west of here quite a ways. He’s sure of it, but never made it that far.”
“What do you mean?”
“He was following my husband at a safe distance. I know my husband had no idea he was there. When he turned onto a side road that must have been near the place, a police car came out of nowhere and pulled him over.”
“No shit?” Joel said.
“Yeah, no shit kid,” Eileen said.
“Did they arrest him?”
“No. They told him he was on private property, even though it’s a public road. They also had him at shotgun point. Two officers. They said he needed to turn back, so he didn’t argue. That’s when I knew.”
“Wait a minute ,” Sophie said. “How do you know this is The Country Club place? Maybe it really was private property. Maybe it was some out of the way casino, or a whore house even. How do you jump right to The Country Club?”
“What casino or brothel would have cops hanging out and turning motorists away? I don’t know. You could be right. But not long after that, I got a text
Chapter 8
Joel sat quietly in the back seat as they drove through town trying to find the Days Inn. It turned out there were two of them. Something the mystery emailer hadn’t specified. The first one was in their part of town, just a few blocks away. They went to the room and Crystal knocked, but there was no answer. So they left for the other one.
“What if this guy or whoever is fucking with us?” Sophie said. “Maybe there is no one there and this has been a waste of time.”
“I told you what that reporter said. It’s around here somewhere. So we have to follow through,” Crystal insisted.
Joel didn’t know why, but he found Crystal even more attractive when she was fired up and barking out orders. On the outside, she looked petite and reserved, but was totally the opposite. Her personality was far larger than her body. They finally reached the Days Inn and filed out of the car. They walked up to room 206 where Crystal knocked four times. There was no answer.
“Great,” Sophie said. “Any other great ideas?”
The room door opened a crack. It was a woman. She looked older, with brown hair and flecks of gray. She had on no makeup and her hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed in a week.
“Are you Crystal?” the woman said.
“Um, yes. That’s me. You sent the emails?” Crystal said.
“Yes. Did anyone follow you?”
“No…I don’t think so. I haven’t noticed anyone.”
She glared at Sophie and Joel. Joel thought she was trying to turn him to stone.
“Who are they?” she asked.
“They’re my friends. This is Sophie and this is Joel. They came with me. They’re ok. They’re my best friends.”
“Ok. Come in.” The woman opened the door the rest of the way and the three entered the room. It smelled like cigarette smoke and rotten cheese. There were dirty clothes everywhere along with fast food wrappers and cigarette butts.
“So who are you?” Crystal asked.
“I’m Eileen. I’m glad you came here. I didn’t know who else to contact.” She walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. “My husband is a member of The Country Club.”
“Holy shit ,” Joel said. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. I’m very serious.”
“How do you know?” Crystal asked. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. He’s an investment banker. We live in Dallas. He’s always taking these long trips though. For years he’s been taking these trips. I finally hired a private investigator to follow him, I thought he was having an affair. The PI followed him here. Well, not just here but there is a property west of here quite a ways. He’s sure of it, but never made it that far.”
“What do you mean?”
“He was following my husband at a safe distance. I know my husband had no idea he was there. When he turned onto a side road that must have been near the place, a police car came out of nowhere and pulled him over.”
“No shit?” Joel said.
“Yeah, no shit kid,” Eileen said.
“Did they arrest him?”
“No. They told him he was on private property, even though it’s a public road. They also had him at shotgun point. Two officers. They said he needed to turn back, so he didn’t argue. That’s when I knew.”
“Wait a minute ,” Sophie said. “How do you know this is The Country Club place? Maybe it really was private property. Maybe it was some out of the way casino, or a whore house even. How do you jump right to The Country Club?”
“What casino or brothel would have cops hanging out and turning motorists away? I don’t know. You could be right. But not long after that, I got a text