Matthew climbed out as well, glancing around the garage beforefollowing me to the door. I quickly tapped a series of number into thekeypad next to it,...humming softly as I did. At the beep, the redlighton the pad turned green and the sound of a lock being disengagedemanated from the other side of the door."Thomas likes his privacy," I said as I opened the door. Afterflashing Matthew a wide grin, I walked inside.The kitchen we stepped into was humongous, larger than I remembered.Stainless steel. I told my secretary that I didn't want to be disturbed and I closed my office door and opened the package. The box contained videotape and an 11x14 manila envelope. I opened the envelope and found two dozen 8x10 pictures and a copy of a report from Simpson Investigations. The photos were of Marlene, Candy and three men and they had obviously been taken in a bar. The lighting was poor, but the photos showed the two women and the three men either dancing or sitting in a booth. The dancing photos. I wanted to witness the competition, but unfortunately it was full and I could not get nice place to watch even after making one round circle around the stadium. Later on I stood near a place where little space was available but with less visibility. In front of me, there were children, ladies and few gents. But I stood near a lady and started watching the games played by children. It was around 6 pm in the evening, rain started pouring and everybody had to get little squeezed to avoid the rain. Or perhaps he had, but she could not picture him socializing with men in their fifties or early sixties.He was an attractive man; tall, tanned and toned, a full head of thick black hair which made Valerie doubt he was friends with bad comb-over. Apparently, bad comb-over could get jealous easily. Jack Roth’s stubble was grown out and unshaven, for just over a week, from the looks of it. Gunmetal gray eyes assessed and observed Valerie, slowly taking in her face, and then, eventually, what he.