All Chapters of Third Eye P.I.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Cassie strolled into the office around ten the next morning feeling like complete crap. It was Friday. One week since her life fell apart. To top off the anniversary of the night from hell, PMS crept in, she hardly slept, and a merlot migraine mercilessly pounded against her temples, making her extremely grumpy. Two nights in a row of near alcoholic indulgence had taken a toll on her, body, and soul.As soon as she entered the building, Randy whipped open his office door, glared at her and shouted, "My office. Now!""If you expect to live, I need coffee first." Ignoring him, she headed straight for the coffee machine."Hurry up," Randy ordered."Great," she mumbled, scowling at Daniel. "You ratted me out, didn't you?" Daniel's silence and averted eyes gave him away. "Rat!" she spat and stormed into Randy's office. She slumped into a chair, closed her eyes, and took her first sip of life-saving nectar. Randy slammed the door and went off like a bomb. Whatever. She had coffee.

As she walked to her van at the back of the lot near the alley, she noticed a definite swagger. The gin and tequila were doing their thing, she shouldn't drive. Cursing her lightweight ass, she stopped outside her van and rifled through her handbag for her phone to text Randy for a ride, but a hand grabbed her wrist, pulled it painfully behind her back, and shoved her against the van. Her assailant leaned in, sandwiching her between his groin and the van. A familiar stench burned her nostrils. It was Dillon, and she wasn't at all surprised by this brazen move. Still, she was momentarily afraid of what he would do to her, but fear held a shaky second to the all-consuming rage that fought its way to the surface. "We aren't finished yet," he hissed into her ear before his tongue slid along her cheek.She played it cool, forcing her body to relax as his free hand roamed down her side, hoisted her dress up over her hips, and revealed her red, lacy thong. Oh, how she wished she wore

She crawled into the back to resume her vigil, but a quick glance at the screen revealed a frozen image. Oh, shit! Panicking, she frantically texted Daniel, who returned her text with a call within seconds."What do you mean it's frozen?" he demanded."It's frozen. The clock on the computer says eight-thirteen." She pulled her phone away from her ear and checked the time. It was ten to nine. She turned her gaze skyward. "Dear God, please tell me Tricia hasn't come out yet.""Shit! She was just out! I thought that was why you were texting. Where the hell were you?" His voice squeaked, laced with irritation."I went for a pee and almost got busted by a cop. It's all good now, but I lost time trying to give her the slip."He sighed heavily into the phone."Even though it froze, could it have recorded anyway?" He snorted. "Not bloody likely. We better pray Tricia comes out again, or we'll have wasted the whole bloody night." Rolling her eyes, she knew he enjoyed the show.

Opening her eyes, Cassie lifted her head from the window and turned to Daniel, tossing him a sheepish grin. She hadn't intended to pass out, but at least this trip to dreamland was uneventful."Weren't tired, eh?" Daniel laughed."I'm sorry," Cassie squeaked, stretching her stiff body as she glanced at her phone. "Seven-fifteen in the morning! Oh, Daniel, I'm so sorry. Did I miss anything?" "Not a thing. I followed her home around two. She hasn't left, and no one came by. According to the feed, she went straight to bed. Alone."Cassie sighed, catching a glimpse of the message indicator. "You sent me a message?""It's Tricia's dance routine. I made sure to use my phone in case we lost feed. You know, insurance.""Good thinking. Well, she better slipup today, or we've got nothing.""I wouldn't call footage of a suburban housewife turned stripper, nothing. I'm sure it's more than Jason bargained for," Daniel said."I guess." Cassie hoped to discover more dirt on Tricia be

Cassie remained on the ground while she considered how to get out of the yard without being seen. She couldn't go through the driveway and risk being seen through the kitchen window. She eyed the back fence, and in daylight, could see the clear outline of a gate. Cursing, she recalled having to scale the fence when they couldn't find it. There was no other way out, so she jumped up, sprinted to the back gate, and slipped into the alley. She turned her head to the sound of Mona cruising down the alley. After easing the gate shut, she ran over to the van, and hopped inside."Pretty sure she didn't see me," Cassie assured Daniel, who had a nasty scowl on his face."Don't ever do that again! You put the whole job at stake. Again!""Oh, and you running in there to nab a stalker wasn't taking a chance at all? Pfft." She wouldn't for one second put up with his double standard crap.He sighed, clearly pissed. "Whatever! You could have blown everything.""You could have blown it too w