Stalker's fest

“That foolish bitch sure thinks she’s wise.” Josh thought to himself as he sat in his idling car, staring through narrowed eyes at the palatial mansion that the woman he was blackmailing had just driven into. In fact, before now, Josh hadn’t realized that houses of this size and magnificence were in this city, and neither had he ever stepped foot in this Richie rich part of the city before. Tracy was obviously lying. There was no way in hell that she had only twenty thousand dollars in her account, something that he had figured out immediately after she handed over her necklace to him earlier in the restaurant.

The thing had been so heavy in his hands that he had wondered how she comfortably wore them, but what was he saying? She was a woman after all, and women would wear jewelry even if they were as heavy as boulders. Josh’s father had been a jeweler before his untimely death diving off a cliff into the ocean in a foreign country and landing on rocks at the ripe old age of sixty-fiv