I got a message on a private channel on the radio to call in, it was from him. She told him that the doctor had discovered that she was seriously ill, mysteriously ill. She had an infection around her heart and was not to drive home. He sounded anxious and nervous. He said he had to do something quickly, he was soon to be discovered and had to get her out of the house. He was supposed to go pick her up at the doctor’s, she wasn’t supposed to drive, but he had to get a few things settled first. He told me to meet him at an apartment complex right off route 40.
What the hell was going on? She was in pain and seriously ill, why wasn’t he going to pick her up? I met him at the apartment complex a half an hour later. He had just signed a lease at the apartment and put it in her name, he had also signed a lease for an apartment across the courtyard for me—for surveillance. I was going to continue the watch, in fact, that’s not all he wanted me to do. He told me to set up the wiretap on the phone in her apartment and listening devices in the apartment across the way. I was still supposed to seduce her, he was going to take away the children so she would never see them again. “She will be broken, she won’t be able to continue and will never be able to make it on her own”, he said.
It was getting late, close to 5 PM and she had been waiting in that van for him all this time. I can imagine the pain and anguish she was going through wondering where he was. He was putting the finishing touches on the betrayal, closing all the bank accounts, saving accounts and safe deposit boxes. He took her name off all the credit cards. She hadn’t worked since they were married, she was a stay at home mother, she supported him climbing the corporate ladder, but he didn’t want her to have anything. He wanted her broken.
I stayed at the new apartment and set things up, tapped the phone line in the basement, then went over to my new place of operations. Now, what did I need? Listening dish, recording device, what else. I didn’t like this. He was too nervous and too hyper today, he just looked weird, he’s eyes looked glassy. I felt uneasy at the thought of her alone with him tonight.
The next morning, I was ready and everything unfolded before me, I was mortified how he had treated her.Her illness was evident, she looked worse than yesterday, but today, tears were streaming down her face in confusion, as he unpacked the van with her and the two babies. He showed them their new home. He left them with a twin bed mattress, a picnic table, the clothes on their backs and the van. He had a friend pick him up and sped away. She stood there with a baby in arms and a toddler, not understanding, holding on to her hand. Her heart not only in pain from the illness, but shattered beyond repair.