You've Been Warned - James Patterson [42]
“Okay, my angels,” I say, kneeling just outside the gates of Preston Academy. “Have a wonderful day, listen to your teachers, and I’ll be here this afternoon to pick you up.”
“Bye,” says Sean, and he kisses me on the cheek.
“Thanks,” says Dakota. “Just for being nice.”
As always, I watch their mad dash to join their friends and head inside the school. When Sean falls behind, Dakota stops and sticks out her hand, patiently waiting. My heart sighs.
It’s settled. Michael and I are definitely taking them to Disney World for our honeymoon!
I turn and head back toward Fifth Avenue, a different song — finally — playing in my head. “It’s a small world after all. . . .”
Less than a block later, my cell phone rings. What’s this?
Serendipity! It’s Michael. I knew it was only a matter of time before he called.
“I was just thinking of you,” I say.
“Not as much as I’ve been thinking of you, Kris. I’ve missed you so much!”
Before I can say ditto, he apologizes.
“For what?” I ask. “That’s what I should be doing. I’m so sorry for what I did. I’m mortified.”
“No, it was wrong of me to cancel on you. Penley is such a bitch,” he says. “I should’ve never gone out to Westport.”
“That makes two of us.”
We laugh, and he simply couldn’t be any sweeter. It doesn’t take long for me to make the connection to the rotten night he had sleeping with Sean and Dumba in the guest room. If only he knew I saw it all firsthand.
It’s amazing, really. For everything I’ve said and done as part of my Dump Penley campaign, my efforts are no match for Penley herself. At this rate, Michael might even dump her by the Fourth of July.
Independence Day.
What fireworks that would be!
“I’ve got another business dinner this evening,” says Michael, “but I want to make sure we’re together tomorrow night. Anything you want, we’ll do it, okay?”
“You’ve got yourself a date,” I answer.
“God, I’m so lucky to have you.”
“Don’t you forget it!”
We say good-bye, laced with I love yous, and I put my cell phone away. Opening my shoulder bag, I see that the lens cap has fallen off my camera. As I snap it back on, I notice something else.
I loaded a new roll of film before sneaking into Michael and Penley’s apartment last night. Since I didn’t snap a single picture, the shot counter should still read 0.
Only it reads 1.
Chapter 57
MAYBE THE CAMERA JOSTLED in my bag, triggering the shutter. It could happen. Especially these days.
But there’s another possibility. . . .
The thought immediately spins me around. Now I’m walking in the opposite direction.
Out comes my cell phone again, and I call Penley. Actually, I call her answering machine, since I know she’s still at the gym. Not that she’d pick up anyway.
A filling just fell out, I explain. Luckily, my dentist can take me right away. “Don’t worry, I’ll be done in plenty of time to pick up the kids at three.”
That takes care of that. Next stop: my darkroom.
I’ve never burned an entire roll of film for only one picture, but if there’s going to be a first time, this is definitely it.
I have to see 1.
Right before Sean called out last night, I had Michael lined up in my lens. Maybe — just maybe — I managed to get the shot without even knowing it.
The desire to find out takes over, and I’m quickly hailing a cab in lieu of walking. I’m riding another wave of adrenaline, my mind and body oblivious to the fact that I’ve been awake for over twenty-four hours. And counting.
“Keep the change,” I tell the cabbie, dropping seven bucks in his lap as he pulls up to my building. Less than a minute later, I’m alone in my darkroom, the main light out and the door closed. The safety is on and everything is eerily red in the small room.
I’m getting pretty good at speed developing lately, and with this roll of film, I set a new record. My eyes and hands are in complete sync — reaching,