Hi,
Great piece!
The Cherokee pulled away from the curb. She followed, thinking. So far she had plenty of suspicion, but no definitive proof of anything. She was going to have to continue trailing him for a while longer until he gave her something solid to take back to Lois.
:rolleyes: Oh! Poor Clark. A wife, four kids, two or three more on the way (lost count), Job at the Planet and a Job call Superman. And a mother in law playing detective and thinking that Clark is sheating.
She waited, fully expecting him to enter the apartment house, but contrary to her expectations, he simply waited with the engine running. A man had set up a flower stand on the sidewalk, just far enough from the entrance to be legal; Ellen had noticed him the night before. Clusters of pink carnations and tasteful, little bouquets of mixed flowers sat in containers of water behind the stand. Big, single red roses, each in its own container, occupied the place of honor near the front, next to little bunches of violets. The flowers were beautiful, but Ellen barely glanced at the display as she sat, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel of the Taurus.
Strange! That the man capture her atention. Can be the stalker or the polices.
Let Ellen be arrested for suspicious, so Clark have to bail her out.
I called Jim to see if he and Sandi could give her a ride in the morning. Sandi said they couldn't do it tomorrow, but they could the next day, so I'm going to pick her up in the morning, if you don't mind."
Clark can't be hurt but Jimmy will be.
She had inadvertently left her cellular phone in the charger, this morning, but there was a pay phone not far from the Daily Planet. She would give this "Candy" a call.
They went straight to Perry's office. They probably tell her she is not in or maybe the police can trace the call. That will be fun.
"Was," Wolff said. "He was found this morning in his car, out on Route 7. He'd been shot. Exactly when did you see him last, Ms. Valenzuela?"
Is not nice of you to leave us hanging.
More soon, please.
MAF
