Slick
Copyright© 2019 by KingBandor
Chapter 17
Martinez went back and re-interviewed each of the rape victims. It turns out three of them had been regular students at the Happy Life Yoga Studio, and two others had attended free beginner classes there. That was a total of six victims that we could definitively link to Marcel Beaufils. It was enough to get the warrants we needed. We started planning how to execute the search warrants. In the meantime, one of our techs was able to start monitoring Marcel’s calls and text messages.
Over the next several days, I kept close tabs on Jude. The GPS tracker allowed me to know where she was at all times. I had to stay close to home to watch her, which meant I was neglecting my duties with the cases. Thankfully, Martinez was doing his best to cover for me. He would call me when he had questions or needed my direction, but mostly he was handling everything on his own.
I was determined to keep Jude away from the studio and Marcel. She was in danger anytime she was around the asshole. I had to make up a lot of excuses and did my best to be home whenever she was. This morning she made it clear that she was going to the yoga studio, whether I wanted her to or not. I couldn’t come up with a legit reason for her not to, so instead, I decided to let her go and followed her.
I pretended to leave for work, then parked down the street and watched our house through binoculars. It didn’t take long for her to come out. I watched her load a sports bag and a large bottle of water into the trunk then get in and drive away. I let her get out of sight, then trailed her, watching the GPS. She went directly to the strip mall and parked in front of the Happy Life Yoga Studio.
As I waited for her to come out, my work phone buzzed. It was Martinez. I answered it abruptly, figuring he had some update on the case. We were expecting the DNA results from Melissa’s rape kit and the crime scene.
“Yeah?” I said into the handset, staring at the entrance of the yoga studio.
“Dude, you got a problem,” said Martinez, sounding extremely agitated. “Jimmy, the computer tech, he picked up a call from Marcel to your wife a little while ago. They’re going to a hotel to fuck. You need to do something.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, feeling my blood pressure skyrocket and my pulse quicken.
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