I’m convinced Dean is having me followed. The conversation with
the private investigator probably went something like this:
PI: “So, you want her followed?” Nodding his head knowingly.
Dean: “Yes, every Friday. She usually leaves around noon.”
PI: “Goes to see her boyfriend, huh?”
Dean: “She’ll probably be going to the hardware store.”
PI: “Oh, that’s where she meets him?”
Dean: “No, we just always need stuff from the hardware
store.”
PI: “Right. Then she goes to meet her boyfriend.”
Dean: “Then she goes to the farmer’s market.”
PI: “Okay, she meets him there.”
Dean: “No, she looks for fresh produce.”
PI: “Okay, then what?”
Dean: “Then sometimes she’ll go to the salon.”
PI: “I see. Getting her hair done for the boyfriend.”
Dean: “No, just getting a trim.”
PI: “Okay, then she goes to his place.”
Dean: “No, then she goes to the grocery store.”
PI: “Getting something for a special dinner with her
boyfriend?”
Dean: “No, just the usual stocking up. Then she comes home.”
PI: “Home? No boyfriend? So why the hell do you want her
followed?”
Dean: “Call me when she turns into the driveway. I
always like to get home exactly five minutes after she’s finished putting the
groceries away.”