Two days later, Morris announced he intended to go to Edwardsville.
Tailing him wasn't hard. The women had planned ahead and borrowed a non-descriptive LTD from Franco's brother, who ran a used car lot. It was Wednesday. The track ran a daily double on Wednesdays and a quick review of the racing programs pulled out of Morris's car proved he consistently attended all Wednesday races. A call to the track confirmed the last race usually ended around seven. At six, the women pulled into the track parking lot and circled until they found Morris's car. Two rows over, they located an empty parking space and waited.
Being a police officer's wife had its advantages. One was understanding the importance of taking detailed notes during a stake out. Worst-case scenario, good notes now would help Franco build a strong case.
At seven-ten, Julie spotted Morris exiting the track and looking for his car. He made an obvious scan of the parking lot before he opened the door to his car and got in. Julie started the LTD's engine as Kelly kept an eye on Morris. Following him out of the parking lot and onto the highway was a piece of cake but staying out of his rearview mirror took a bit more concentration.
Half an hour later, they passed the road sign announcing the Edwardsville exit. Morris took a left at the top of the exit and then a quick right onto the outer road. Julie and Kelly stayed as far back as they dared, but with the falling darkness, they were concerned with losing him.
At seven-forty-five, Morris turned into a well lit apartment complex and parked outside of Building D, the last in a row of cream colored buildings sporting natural wood trim and wrought iron balconies. He got out of the car and disappeared inside. The women parked at Building C and turned off the headlights.
"Now what do we do?" Julie asked.
"We wait. I've got a feeling this is just a pit stop. I don't see him driving all this way just to sleep in a different bed."
On of the second floor, the lights came on. At eight-twenty-two, Morris left the building and walked over to the carport on the opposite side of the driveway. He had changed into a dark suit and a wide-brimmed hat, which he wore pulled low over his face, but even so, Kelly knew it was him. Nothing could disguise the lopsided walk he attributed to an old football injury. He pulled a tarp off a cherry red convertible and stored it in the trunk. Lovingly, he ran his hand down the side of the car, then unlocked the driver's side door.
"You follow him. I'm going to check out his apartment." Kelly reached to open the door, but Julie stopped her.
