The Art of the Con
Copyright© 2020 by The Story Teller
Chapter 4
With thoughts of lovely Susan burning through my brain, the drive back to Calgary was even quicker than the trip to Edmonton. It was a good thing there were no cops around because in some places I hit 140 kilometres an hour and even faster.
In less than three hours I was on the phone with Susan, telling I was back in Calgary and ready to party.
“I’m hungry so why don’t you stop and pick up a bunch of Chinese food and a few bottles of some nice wine on the way over.” She suggested.
I stopped long enough to grab the Chinese food and wine before heading for Susan’s new house. I knew exactly where it was since I’d tailed her ex-husband in my mini van from it a few times.
Susan was waiting for me when I rolled my Charger up the driveway and parked beside the immaculate cream colored Jaguar convertible that used to be her husbands. She came running out of the house and gave me a big hug and kiss and I knew the party was going to be staring pretty quick. Then, as I was about to follow her into the house, she suddenly stopped, grabbed me by the hand and led me to the rear of the Jaguar where she pointed at the licence plate.
It read: “WAS HIS.”
“Like it?” She giggled.
“I bought it months ago ‘cause I just knew I was gonna get his fancy car. Look at it. It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”
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