Honeymoon Read Free
Book: Honeymoon Read Free
Author: James Patterson
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Reynolds.
----
Chapter 35
OFF HE WENT.
Nora knew she couldn't follow too closely. He was famil-
iar with her car, and the fact that it was bright red didn't help
matters.
What a shame Mercedes doesn't make a camouflage-
green convertible.
VILLAGE OF BRIARCLIFF MANOR
INC. 1902
Even before she saw the sign, Nora had figured out that
Craig was headed for the center of town. Lucky for her.
After dealing with a couple of stop signs and merging traffic
from Route 9A, she could barely keep him in sight. Had he
been driving anywhere else but this peaceful burg, she
probably would've lost him.
She was familiar with the small town, having been there
several times with Connor. It was a mix of working class
and chic, new money and no money. Rustic lantern posts
dotted the main drag amid banks and specialty shops. Blue-
hairs shared the sidewalk with young supermoms push-
ing the latest and greatest in baby strollers. Amalfi's, an
Italian restaurant that Connor adored, was bustling with
lunchtime business.
Again, Nora thought she'd lost Craig.
She sighed with relief when she caught a glimpse of
his black Beemer making a left turn far ahead. By the time
she followed, he was already parked and stepping onto the
curb.
She immediately pulled over and watched as he disap-
peared into a brick building. His office, she assumed.
Slowly she drove by. Sure enough, there was a sign above
the second-floor windows. CENTENNIAL ONE LIFE INSURANCE,
it read.
Well, that's a good sign, so to speak.
Nora doubled around and parked about forty yards up
from the entrance. So far, so good. Craig Reynolds seemed
to be who he said he was. But she wasn't satisfied yet. Some-
thing told her there was more to him than met the eye.
She settled in for the wait, staring at the building, a
two-story, nondescript rectangle. Certainly nothing flashy
about it. She wasn't even sure if the bricks were real. They
looked kind of phony, like that facing technique she'd seen
on TV.
The wait didn't last long. Less than twenty minutes later,
Craig walked out of the building and got back into his car.
Nora straightened up in her seat and waited for him to pull
away from the curb.
Where to now, Insurance Man? Wherever it is, you have
company.
----
Chapter 36
THE BLUE RIBBON DINER was where. It was a few miles
out of town heading east, not far from the Saw Mill River
Parkway. The place had that classic, old-time diner look.
Square box with chrome accents, a ribbon of windows all
around.
Nora found a space off to the side in the parking lot that
had a view of the front doors. She glanced at her watch --
well past noon.
She'd skipped breakfast and was starving, actually. It
didn't help that she was also downwind from the kitchen
exhaust fan. The smell of burgers and all things fried had
her rifling through her purse for a half-eaten roll of pepper-
mint Life Savers.
About forty minutes later Craig came strolling out of the
diner. As Nora watched, she recorded another impression.
He was definitely an attractive man who carried himself
well. There was a certain coolness. A confidence. A swagger.
The tailing resumed.
Craig ran a couple of errands and eventually returned to
his office. A dozen times during the rest of the afternoon,
Nora wanted to call it a day, and a dozen times she talked
herself into remaining parked about a block and a half from
his building. She was mainly curious about what the night
would bring.
Does Craig Reynolds have a social life? Is he dat-
ing anyone? And where exactly does he call home?
At about six, the answers started to come.
The lights went off at Centennial One Life Insurance,
and out walked Craig from the building. However, there
would be no
----
Chapter 35
OFF HE WENT.
Nora knew she couldn't follow too closely. He was famil-
iar with her car, and the fact that it was bright red didn't help
matters.
What a shame Mercedes doesn't make a camouflage-
green convertible.
VILLAGE OF BRIARCLIFF MANOR
INC. 1902
Even before she saw the sign, Nora had figured out that
Craig was headed for the center of town. Lucky for her.
After dealing with a couple of stop signs and merging traffic
from Route 9A, she could barely keep him in sight. Had he
been driving anywhere else but this peaceful burg, she
probably would've lost him.
She was familiar with the small town, having been there
several times with Connor. It was a mix of working class
and chic, new money and no money. Rustic lantern posts
dotted the main drag amid banks and specialty shops. Blue-
hairs shared the sidewalk with young supermoms push-
ing the latest and greatest in baby strollers. Amalfi's, an
Italian restaurant that Connor adored, was bustling with
lunchtime business.
Again, Nora thought she'd lost Craig.
She sighed with relief when she caught a glimpse of
his black Beemer making a left turn far ahead. By the time
she followed, he was already parked and stepping onto the
curb.
She immediately pulled over and watched as he disap-
peared into a brick building. His office, she assumed.
Slowly she drove by. Sure enough, there was a sign above
the second-floor windows. CENTENNIAL ONE LIFE INSURANCE,
it read.
Well, that's a good sign, so to speak.
Nora doubled around and parked about forty yards up
from the entrance. So far, so good. Craig Reynolds seemed
to be who he said he was. But she wasn't satisfied yet. Some-
thing told her there was more to him than met the eye.
She settled in for the wait, staring at the building, a
two-story, nondescript rectangle. Certainly nothing flashy
about it. She wasn't even sure if the bricks were real. They
looked kind of phony, like that facing technique she'd seen
on TV.
The wait didn't last long. Less than twenty minutes later,
Craig walked out of the building and got back into his car.
Nora straightened up in her seat and waited for him to pull
away from the curb.
Where to now, Insurance Man? Wherever it is, you have
company.
----
Chapter 36
THE BLUE RIBBON DINER was where. It was a few miles
out of town heading east, not far from the Saw Mill River
Parkway. The place had that classic, old-time diner look.
Square box with chrome accents, a ribbon of windows all
around.
Nora found a space off to the side in the parking lot that
had a view of the front doors. She glanced at her watch --
well past noon.
She'd skipped breakfast and was starving, actually. It
didn't help that she was also downwind from the kitchen
exhaust fan. The smell of burgers and all things fried had
her rifling through her purse for a half-eaten roll of pepper-
mint Life Savers.
About forty minutes later Craig came strolling out of the
diner. As Nora watched, she recorded another impression.
He was definitely an attractive man who carried himself
well. There was a certain coolness. A confidence. A swagger.
The tailing resumed.
Craig ran a couple of errands and eventually returned to
his office. A dozen times during the rest of the afternoon,
Nora wanted to call it a day, and a dozen times she talked
herself into remaining parked about a block and a half from
his building. She was mainly curious about what the night
would bring.
Does Craig Reynolds have a social life? Is he dat-
ing anyone? And where exactly does he call home?
At about six, the answers started to come.
The lights went off at Centennial One Life Insurance,
and out walked Craig from the building. However, there
would be no
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