Slick
Copyright© 2019 by KingBandor
Chapter 14
I hadn’t slept in thirty hours when I walked through the doors of the Happy Life Yoga Studio. Jude’s car was in the parking lot, so I expected to run into her, but the studio was empty. I noticed a class schedule on the wall and checked. The next class was about in about forty-five minutes. The place was oddly quiet.
In the back, next to the restrooms, I found a door with a sign that had the word Private written on it. I assumed that it was Marcel’s office. I knocked loudly on the door then tried to open it. It was locked.
A couple of minutes passed, then I heard someone unlock the door. It opened, and Marcel stepped out, immediately closing the door behind him.
“Bill!” he exclaimed loudly as if he were surprised to see me. Either that, or he wanted to alert Jude to my presence. “What are you doing here? Are you looking for Jude?”
“No,” I replied. “I actually need to talk to you about something important. Do you have a few minutes?”
“Uh,” he hesitated, “sure.”
“Can we go in your office? This is a delicate matter, and I need to speak to you in private.”
He looked over his shoulder at the office door for a few seconds. “Uh, yeah, of course. Just one moment, please. I was just doing a private lesson. Can you give me a moment?”
I could feel my blood starting to boil. My wife was in his office, and he was trying to delay my entry. He opened the door a crack, to step in without me, but I pushed my way past him. “I don’t have a lot of time,” I explained as I barged in.
Jude wasn’t there. The office was empty, but I could smell my wife’s favorite perfume still lingering in the air. Marcel sat down at his desk. There was a large sofa next to it and an open area on the floor with two yoga mats rolled out. I was pretty sure one of them was Jude’s.
“How can I help you?” he asked as he leaned back in his chair.
Marcel didn’t know I was a cop. Jude made a point to not tell her friends and associates. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of my profession, but she didn’t like the way it made people behave. They acted differently when they knew what I did for a living. I knew Martinez would be coming by to interview him, so I used the time to do a little digging.
“Well, do you remember our conversation at our party? How I had asked you to keep an eye out for anybody trying to seduce Jude?”
“Yes, you asked me to spy on her for you,” he said with the same smirk as the night of the party. “I have nothing to report really. I’ve not seen anyone flirting with her.”
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