Play Along

“Babe, can you get me the razor from the drawer, please?” Stace calls from the bathroom.

I look around. “What drawer?” I call.

“The stuff I bought today is in the top drawer of the desk. There is a razor in there.”

“Okay,” I call. I grab the razor and take it into him. I am rewarded with a wet kiss from my shower god. I return to my place on the bed as I wait for the emails, and finally, I get the ping that they loaded. The heading of the first one brings a frown to my face.

Downtown Storage Solutions

Subject – Activity

I frown and I click on the email.

Safety Security box was accessed today at 12.32pm.

I sit up in my seat. What? I check the date. No, that’s todays date. The email must have been sent yesterday after we were there? I scroll down the messages with a flutter in my chest. Don’t do it… no, don’t do it.

A second email.

Subject – Activity

Safety security box was accessed today at 11.10am.

The air leaves my lungs. That’s a different email to the one that arrived this afternoon. Stace went to the safety deposit box today without me. I stand and walk to the window and look down at the street below as my heartbeat hammers in my ears.

Really?

Are you fucking kidding me?

My eyes close as the all too familiar feeling of betrayal washes through me.

He’s taken the diamonds and like a fool, I led him to them. Tears fill my eyes. I thought his feelings were real.

Oh God.

I’m just a stupid girl blinded by love.

I trusted him.

* * *

Stace

I shave, shower, wrap myself in a towel and head into the bedroom.

“Rosh?” I call out as I glance around.

Hmm, she’s not here. She must have gone down to the restaurant to get some takeaway to eat. Weird, I thought we were getting something on the way out.

I take my time and dress then lie back on the bed as I wait for her to return. I glance at the clock knowing we need to get going soon. My mind runs over the conversation I am going to have tonight at The Snake Pit. I need to ask where to sell something without telling them what I have to sell. It’s a fine line. I’m just going to ask where to sell jewelry. I think that that seems like the safest option. For half an hour I wait. Where the frigging hell is she? I thought she wanted to come? I could have gone and been back by now. I take out my phone and message her.

How long are you going to be? We have to leave?

I wait for a reply, but it doesn’t come. I text again.

I’m coming down. We will eat down there?

I watch my phone as I wait for a reply. For fuck’s sake. I grab my wallet and keys and head down to the elevator. My phone beeps as the door opens and I get in. It reads: