CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
Pulling up in front of his house, Miller was dog tired as it had been another long day with little to show for it. Only good news of late, was Beau Camp’s suicide, which brought to a close one murder investigation; only four more to go he thought.
The hour was late, so he tried to be as quiet as possible. No since waking Nancy, she would only read him the riot act he figured. Flipping on the kitchen light as he entered, it was at that moment he saw it—propped up against the salt and pepper shakers on the kitchen table. Christ, he thought, now what?
Pulling a chair back, he sat and picked up the single page note and began to read:
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Thomas
I have had enough. I can’t take it anymore. You can have your little whore. I hope one day she does to you, what you have done to me. The shame you have brought on me is more than any woman could stand. I have packed my things and moved in with Stella. Don’t call or come by, I won’t answer. I want a divorce.
Nancy
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Stunned at first, he wasn’t sure what he felt. Simply too tired to deal with it right now; he was physically, mentally and emotionally drained. Maybe she would come to her senses, he thought, after spending some time with her sister. But knowing her as he did, maybe not.
Forcing himself to get up, he made his way to their bedroom and plopped down on his bed. It was all he could do to kick his shoes off before he fell into a profound slumber.