Frank had told Janet exactly when he would be over that night. She had a
arranged it so that Brad would be away at Betty and Ralph Hapshatt's for
dinner, along with Ken.
Frank was now within the confines of his room. He ran over the plan: He had two hours to get ready. He reached under the mattress, well, his side of it. Underneath was a small object. He pulled it out gently. It looked like an odd version of a cell phone. A tiny red light came on in its corner when Frank turned it on.
He pressed the numbers 9155 9455 and waited. A nasal voice said, "Hello?"
Frank's first words were, "Don't hang up."
The recipient's voice murmured something profane, and Frank's side of the conversation went something like..
"Look, I know that you.. I have no intention.. Yes. I know that.. Not surprising to me, really.. I have a proposition for you.. Well, the heir situation.. Yes, Janet and Brad.. Of course she won't leave him.. That's the point.. How long would it take you?.. That's fine.. The address.. Of course: 14 Etre Road, Denton, of course.. I agree.. I promise.. You'd be doing me a favor as well.. On my honor.. Yes, I have proof.. I have no desire to, I swear it.. Indeed. I'll see you when you get here.. Goodbye, then."
Frank pressed the 'end transmission' button and sighed to himself, "That's part of it done.." He shoved the phone back under his mattress and walked from the room. Once he had reached the regular phone, he dialed Brad's number, "Hello, Brad."
"Oh, Frank! Hello. Something wrong?"
Frank was hesitant.. "Kind of.. I have a proposition for you.."
"Oh?"
Frank hurried on, "You just have to be able to come to grips with something.. It will take a lot of things off your hands.."
"Well, what's up?"
"Er.. I'll explain later. Can you meet me at Janet's house in a little more than two hours?"
"Sure.. I'll have to bring Ken, I'm watching him."
Frank nodded, "I know.. Please, don't be early."
He hung up, giving Brad no time to respond. Frank's next issue of business was thus: He had to get undressed, so to speak. He rushed back into his and Fay's bedroom. He swung the closet doors open wide and began scanning clothing. Finally, he spotted it: Fay's anniversary gift. He quickly stripped, only to change into the well-known leather. After the garters, fishnets, and stilettos had been added, he couldn't resist a look in the full-length mirror.
He was surprised to learn that not much about his alternate look had changed, though his hair might have been an inch or so longer. Frank spoke to the mirror, "Don't worry, Fay.. I won't be wearing it long.. I promise."
Next, he found himself in the bathroom, face inches from the mirror, applying white foundation to his face. Next came the eye shadow and lipstick. Rubbing his lips together in a rather feminine gesture, he began to hope with all his heart that this would work.
An hour later, two people entered Frank's living room. He briefly entertained them, though his behavior was more nervous than his usual attitude. The only thing they said to him was, "The plan?"
He only replied, "For proof.. I'll need you both dressed as police. Please, be convincing."
With that, they disappeared out his front door, only to return twenty minutes later in blue police uniform. Frank nodded approval. "All right. That's good. I'll explain the rest on the way. Let's go, before I start worrying about my safety."
As they left, the woman of the two people commented, "If you're telling the truth, nothing vill happen to you."
Frank was now within the confines of his room. He ran over the plan: He had two hours to get ready. He reached under the mattress, well, his side of it. Underneath was a small object. He pulled it out gently. It looked like an odd version of a cell phone. A tiny red light came on in its corner when Frank turned it on.
He pressed the numbers 9155 9455 and waited. A nasal voice said, "Hello?"
Frank's first words were, "Don't hang up."
The recipient's voice murmured something profane, and Frank's side of the conversation went something like..
"Look, I know that you.. I have no intention.. Yes. I know that.. Not surprising to me, really.. I have a proposition for you.. Well, the heir situation.. Yes, Janet and Brad.. Of course she won't leave him.. That's the point.. How long would it take you?.. That's fine.. The address.. Of course: 14 Etre Road, Denton, of course.. I agree.. I promise.. You'd be doing me a favor as well.. On my honor.. Yes, I have proof.. I have no desire to, I swear it.. Indeed. I'll see you when you get here.. Goodbye, then."
Frank pressed the 'end transmission' button and sighed to himself, "That's part of it done.." He shoved the phone back under his mattress and walked from the room. Once he had reached the regular phone, he dialed Brad's number, "Hello, Brad."
"Oh, Frank! Hello. Something wrong?"
Frank was hesitant.. "Kind of.. I have a proposition for you.."
"Oh?"
Frank hurried on, "You just have to be able to come to grips with something.. It will take a lot of things off your hands.."
"Well, what's up?"
"Er.. I'll explain later. Can you meet me at Janet's house in a little more than two hours?"
"Sure.. I'll have to bring Ken, I'm watching him."
Frank nodded, "I know.. Please, don't be early."
He hung up, giving Brad no time to respond. Frank's next issue of business was thus: He had to get undressed, so to speak. He rushed back into his and Fay's bedroom. He swung the closet doors open wide and began scanning clothing. Finally, he spotted it: Fay's anniversary gift. He quickly stripped, only to change into the well-known leather. After the garters, fishnets, and stilettos had been added, he couldn't resist a look in the full-length mirror.
He was surprised to learn that not much about his alternate look had changed, though his hair might have been an inch or so longer. Frank spoke to the mirror, "Don't worry, Fay.. I won't be wearing it long.. I promise."
Next, he found himself in the bathroom, face inches from the mirror, applying white foundation to his face. Next came the eye shadow and lipstick. Rubbing his lips together in a rather feminine gesture, he began to hope with all his heart that this would work.
An hour later, two people entered Frank's living room. He briefly entertained them, though his behavior was more nervous than his usual attitude. The only thing they said to him was, "The plan?"
He only replied, "For proof.. I'll need you both dressed as police. Please, be convincing."
With that, they disappeared out his front door, only to return twenty minutes later in blue police uniform. Frank nodded approval. "All right. That's good. I'll explain the rest on the way. Let's go, before I start worrying about my safety."
As they left, the woman of the two people commented, "If you're telling the truth, nothing vill happen to you."