Ethan had heard noises upstairs and strangely the rest of the house was empty. Going toward the noises he knew it was his wife, but then coming around the corner to see the man she was riding was enough to rip his gut out.
Lynne stirred in her sleep a little, but this didn't bother him. Lighting a cigarette he wondered how would he get his wife back. How would he make her so emotionally disabled he could bring tears to those cold black eyes?
When morning came, Ethan had not slept all night, but he had a somewhat plan in mind, except he needed to find out more information.
After getting dressed, he picked up the organizer and looked at her schedule. She was due to go over Nanna's house to check on her. Every Tuesday she did this. Ethan had a feeling Lynne was just waiting for her mother to die so she could take control of the Laundromat and sell it off. She had already talked to buyers when Nanna had her first stroke and this weekly visit was only to make people think she was actually concerned about her mother, but in truth would be making a small fortune on the business, which received high traffic due to the location.
Never once had Lynne ever invited him over to see Nanna. She had repeatedly told him he wouldn't be accepted because of his color in her part of the neighborhood. She didn't want anybody to bother Nanna in her condition when they found out Lynne had married a white man. She was quick to say color didn't matter to her, but people in the neighborhood wouldn't understand.
He wanted to know what she had to hide over at Nanna's place? Was it the child? It had to be because she never made the effort to tell Ethan about the girl.
Driving his custom van to the office, he changed clothes to something casual with a hat. With the dark tan he naturally sported and the curly hair with a cap, he wouldn't be that recognizable in the hood. He borrowed one of his employees '93 Dodge Shadow and drove it to Nanna's block to wait.
About an hour into his wait, he saw a female come out the house toting garbage. Since it was cold out, she had on a hat and thick ankle length brown coat with a fur collar. The hat was pulled low on her face so he couldn't see the features well. After she dumped the trash in the large black courville garbage container, she walked in the opposite direction to where Ethan was sitting. From the look of her, she couldn't be more than sixteen, but then if that was the daughter, she would be nineteen.