Page 18 - The Case of the Wandering Husband FLIPBOOK

Fannie had watched these parties, not as an astral, but on the hidden cameras she had
placed all over the apartment. Going astral helped her a lot but the private
investigation business was mostly about internet searches and surveillance. Both as
boring as watching paint dry but they always netted something someone was often
trying to hide.
It didn’t hurt that her other teacher provided Fannie with the real tools of a private
eye. Computer hacking tools, and geek skills to do anything she wanted online. They
also provided her with things like lock picks and the ability to open a safe and a dozen
other criminal talents which translated to usable skills for a private detective.

Fannie could do amazing things as an astral, but she couldn’t provide proof for
Cherry as one. She needed hard evidence if she was going to get the other half of her
payday.
Only her hard evidence was Drake having orgies with fit young men. Cherry was
right, and wrong at the same time. Her man was stepping out on her. Only he wasn’t
interested in women. He liked men just like himself. Fit, beautiful, and hung like
horses.
Fannie enjoyed the show. Wished she had a penis so she could join the fun. Though
Fannie admitted she never did understand homosexuality. Getting it on with another
girl made no sense when there were so many hard penises out there.
There were hours and hours of video of Drake getting it on with other young men in
the middle of the day. Hours of him suntanning and talking on the phone and doing
so many other boring, normal activities.

However, not once had Fannie caught him sneaking off for days. Drake’s routine was
rather normal. He woke up each morning and made love to Cherry. He worked out,
ate breakfast, and began a tedious day of deal making and interviews and acting. Often
he would accept impromptu modeling gigs just for the fun of it.
Then, each night around eight or nine he would come home and take Cherry out for
dinner. They never ate dinner at home. They would get their picture taken by
hundreds of paparazzi and be a part of the Hollywood social scene. However, they
both went home at night with each other. Slept together. Fucked often and well.

Yet, when she hovered over them watching their sex, Fannie caught that golden hue
on Drake. His aura hid his secrets from Fannie. It didn’t tell them. Which was unusual
since when Fannie was astral, she could see everything. See every secret a person has.
Feel their deepest desires. Yet, Drake’s were hidden to her. A fact she found thrilling.

Even though Drake was a mystery and thrilled Fannie to her toes, she had a problem.
He wasn’t disappearing. What did she do now?