I took the next few days off work, citing a sick family member as the reason. My real intention though was to read up on my new 'career'. If I was going to find out anything on Wanda, I had to know where to look and more importantly what I was looking for. My experience at Shane's proved that while I was good at hiding things, I needed to brush up on my detective skills. After scanning through novel upon novel about the greatest sleuths in history and their MO's I decided to give it a shot and check out Wanda's daily routine to get a feel for when would be the most opportune time to make my move.
Early the next morning I awoke at five and made my way to Wanda's place. It was still dark out, which provided the cover that I needed. I parked a few houses away from her place and waited. About six thirty I finally saw movement inside the house and grabbed my binoculars, peering through them as I followed the lights in the house as they worked their way from the upper level to the lower. I could vaguely make out two shadows as they passed from room to room, apparently making preparations for the day ahead.
This went on for half an hour before the large door on the garage attached to the house opened, and a full sized black SUV backed out of the driveway. Slinking down in my seat I peeked out my side window as the vehicle roared past, catching the slightest glimpse of a man in his mid forties with salt & pepper hair. The man looked strangely familiar, almost as if I'd seen him before somewhere. I was trying to figure out where I had seen him when the second overhead door of the garage opened and out came Wanda, carrying a bag of trash, almost fittingly for the way I was thinking of her at this moment. She then hopped into her car, pulling out of the driveway and speeding off. By observing her habits at the office I knew she always showed up early, to open up the place and start the coffee, as if doing us some kind of favour. For all I knew she was probably pissing in the coffee pot. As her car drove out of sight I started my own vehicle and drove off, not wanting to raise any suspicion from the neighbours.
So my daily routine for the next week was set; waking at five in the morning, scoping out Wanda's place to make sure I had her routine down pat, counting down each day until I would make my move. To their credit, Wanda and her mystery man kept a fairly normal schedule, even to the point of retiring promptly at ten o'clock every night. By Thursday I had decided that the next morning I would make my move as I reassured myself that I was in fact ready and that the chance of being spotted was minimal. Sure there was a neighbour of theirs who walked his dog at about 6:35 but he was out of sight by the time I was ready to go.
Friday morning found me in the exact same spot, Wanda and her mystery man in their exact same routine, even down to the garbage that Wanda dropped off at the curb. Ah, suburbia, so predictable. To me this was going to be like shooting fish in a barrel. A fish called Wanda.
Seizing the opportunity I jumped out of my car and walked to the house, circling around back so as not to be spotted by some nosy neighbour who would not be interested in hearing my reasons for being there. As I approached the back door I double checked for any signs of an alarm. In my earlier investigations around the home I had checked for alarms, dogs and neighbours. The first two were non-existent and the sprawling yard had fence lines almost eighty feet from the house with trees blocking the any view by anyone. I reached into my pocket and produced two small picks, fumbling with the locks on the back door. As I soon found out, picking a lock always looks easier in the movies as it took me a good ten minutes to persuade the lock to open, but it finally did and with a soft click I was in the house.
By now my hands were sweating inside the latex gloves I wore as the adrenaline surged through me. I slowly crept around the house, looking for something that might tell me how and why Wanda was treating Anna the way she was. Finding nothing in the basement I worked my way up the stairs to the main area. To her credit Wanda was a great interior decorator, but this was no time to admire the scenery. Turning around a corner I found the study. In the far corner sat a computer and I decided that that was probably the as good a place as any to find any incriminating evidence.
As the screen flashed on I started clicking my way through files and folders, trying to find anything that would explain the current situation. Contrary to the conservative, straight-laced image that Wanda portrayed at work, her computer was full of pornographic movies and images, from straight vanilla sex all the way down to some pictures of water sports and fem-Dom.
Working my way through the folders I found a file marked 'The Girls of Fantasy World' with an assortment of videos saved to the hard drive. I clicked on the first one and waited for it to load. As the screen came to life my eyes were greeted by the sight of a young blonde woman sitting on a bed wearing just a white cotton bra and panties looking at the camera. The darkness of the room and the bright light emanating from the computer screen made my eyes a little fuzzy and it took them a second to adjust.
When they did what I saw made my stomach drop! There was a younger-looking Anna, in half-naked glory staring back at me through the camera! In her left hand she held a copy of a newspaper dated on her 18th birthday and in the other she clutched what looked to be a driver's licence. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the screen again with a sense that something was odd by the way she shifted her weight uncontrollably but I couldn't put my finger on it. The cameraman fumbled a little as he came in for a close-up of Anna's lightly tanned body; the soft gentle curves of her feminine form shining brightly from the lights.
The sound of the video was muffled and try as I might I couldn't make out the voices in the room. As the picture closed in on Anna's face she seemed very calm, almost as if she were in a dream-like state, her head bobbing and swaying as her blonde mane swept across her cheeks. How in the hell did Wanda have a video of Anna? I thought aloud as the screen flickered on her body just as a man and a woman, whom I'd guessed to be in their early forties, entered the scene. They were very careful about not showing their faces to the camera and this seemed to add to the mysteriousness of the whole scene. The woman wore a long black wig with some sort of masquerade mask that covered her eyes and as the camera panned out I saw that she was dressed comfortably in a flowing robe.
