chapter 40
Larry Carter could not believe how smart he was. All those people that said he was a loser. That he had no brain. What did they know? Just because you’re quiet and shy doesn’t mean you can’t think. Larry laughed at their gross misjudgment. He had a special kind of intelligence.
He figured out that Dana Drew was Dana Hill.
He’d show them all.
He went to the white pages online and typed in her real name.
Dana Hill popped right up.
An address and a phone number.
See, he reassured himself, Dana didn’t lie about where she lived. She just mislead him about her real name, but that’s only because she’s famous. Dana would never be dishonest with him. Never.
He pulled out a yellow legal pad and took out a bright red pen. Carefully he printed her name, phone number and address. Now he could call her. Or visit her.
The thought gave him chills.
He moved from the computer into his bedroom. He had to get dressed. He was working tonight at the bookstore. He didn’t want to go, but he needed the money and he’d already missed too many days. He couldn’t afford to lose his job. All the people there thought of him as quiet Larry. They didn’t realize that soon he’d be the husband of the most famous woman in South Florida. Once they got married, he wouldn’t have to work anymore. He could just relax at home and listen to his wife on the air.
His wife.
That meant other privileges, too.
Larry pulled the picture of Dana from the night at Scully’s out of his wallet and brought it to his lips.
Soon my sweet.
Soon.