6.Love Detective
We slept in this morning and she had to get ready in a hurry -
no time for her usual attention to detail - and she ran out the
door, slamming it behind her, leaving her keys swinging and
janglin
Stayed in bed until i heard the downstairs door shut, then
peeked through the blinds and as soon as she was out of sight, i
went for the keys. she never tried to make a secret of the box
or the
It was locked or even where she kept it. but as i said at the
time - 'if you've nothing to hide, why hide it？'
It's one of those wee red cashbox things and she keeps it in a
drawer by the bed, under some pictures and books. every key she
has is on the same keyring - it took me a while to find the
right o
Don't know, i suppose i've had my doubts for a while. there's
been hushed phone-calls virtually every night, her friends stop
talking when i come in the room and they look at each other, and
i
Know, it's just a feeling. anyway, i eventually found the right
key and it fitted perfectly in. i put the box on top of the bed
and opened it up...
There were these pictures of friends and ex's, letters,
postcards, doodles, nothing bad - and then i found some sort of
sex diary and i went to the latest entry. it explicity detailed
a recent a
Ure up the park with a boy she said she had forgotten about...
And it got worse as it went on. the dates never made sense,
there were people i had never even heard of. eventually i had to
stop reading it because i started to feel sick. so i put
everything b
He way i found it, shut the drawer and phoned you. see, i don't
know what to do. i keep having fantasies about leaving her
dictaphone under the pillow or following her when she goes to
work. i'v
N lying about where i'm going, just in case i can bump into her.
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