Page 55 of Driftwood Daffodil

So why the fuck didn’t she say anything? Did she think that would win some kind of favor or brownie points with me? Because it didn’t. I still fucking hated her. But I did want to know what her game was.

“Well,” Atlee sighed, “that explains your sudden interest in stalking the girl.”

Who was stalking? “We just followed her home.”

That was all.

Nova was the sister of my enemy, and information was power. For instance, I now knew where Kato’s family lived. Sure my father probably had all of that in a file somewhere, but I was collecting first hand knowledge. Like how many gnomes were inthe yard, and how they’d probably been collected over a number of years.

Based on the faded colors, I’d say the one with the rainbow hat was the oldest. That wasn’t necessarily an important detail, but then again it might be.

“We just followed her home?” Atlee asked.

To which I nodded, “that’s right.”

“Is that why we’re parked in the trees?”

I shrugged, “It was the only place.”

“The only place?”

“Yes, Atlee, it was the only place.” Just because it was a bit of a bumpy ride weaving through trees, didn’t mean anything. “Not all roads are paved.”

He leaned forward to look past me and eyed the Spanish moss covering my window like a curtain. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t a road.”

Everything was a road so long as one could drive on it.

“We fit in here, didn’t we?” The arch in Atlee’s brow deepened, making me roll my eyes, “Fine, we’re stalking her. Happy?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Now that I know what we’re doing, I can help.”

“Sure,” I snorted.

What was he going to do? Pull out a pair of night vision goggles and some camouflage?

“Lucky for you,” Atlee twisted and reached into the backseat. “I’m always prepared.”

What the hell was this, the boy scouts? The only thing Atlee Fiore was prepared for was his next line up of pussy.

My mouth fell open when he sat back down in the passenger seat and held a pair of black binoculars up to his eyes.

“Alright, let’s see what Nova is up to.”

“Why do you have binoculars?”

Still looking through the lenses, he muttered, “Why don’t you?”

“Because I’m normal.” What did he do, walk around with a stalkers kit just in case? And what else did he have in that bag?

“Well Mr. Normal, you sit over there and see what you can figure out from the yard, I’m gonna take a look inside.”

I didn’t know if I should slap him, or kiss him.

“Huh,” he grunted. “Her sister’s got a nice ass.”

Slap him it is.

I tore the binoculars out of his grip, “Give me those.”

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