Chapter 203 Stalker's Fest (One)

• “That foolish bitch sure thinks she’s wise.” Josh thought to himself as he sat in his idling car, staring through narrowed eyes at the palatial mansion that the woman he was blackmailing had just driven into. In fact, before now, Josh hadn’t realized that houses of this size and magnificence were in this city, and neither had he ever stepped foot in this Richie rich part of the city before. Tracy was obviously lying. There was no way in hell that she had only twenty thousand dollars in her account, something that he had figured out immediately after she handed over her necklace to him earlier in the restaurant.
• The thing had been so heavy in his hands that he had wondered how she comfortably wore them, but what was he saying? She was a woman after all, and women would wear jewelry even if they were as heavy as boulders. Josh’s father had been a jeweler before his untimely death diving off a cliff into the ocean in a foreign country and landing on rocks at the ripe old age of sixty-five, but before he had died, Josh had learned quite a few things from him. For instance, just by glancing at the diamond necklace which was now firmly gripped in his hand, he knew that he could easily sell it for nothing less than fifty thousand dollars, and that was if he wasn’t patient enough.
• Boy, had he hit the jackpot! Who would have thought that he, who barely had enough money for booze after feeding himself would be having this kind of money out of the blues? Definitely not him, that was for sure. He sat there in his idling car for a long time, not really sure what he was doing, but he just didn’t want to go home yet. He must have been there for more than an hour when another luxury car drove up to the gates of the mansion and disappeared into the house. The glasses were not tinted, so Josh had a good look at the person who was driving the car.