It didn't take Benjamin long to see the signal. I saw him come out on the patio, acting as if he were checking on the pit beef, but then he looked directly over to the Schmidt's house. That was all it took. He darted back inside for a few seconds and then came back outside. I was in the shadows created by a couple of big trees between the patio and garage. He never even noticed. Funny how a hard dick can deteriorate someone's vision.
I have to give him a little credit. He got to the driveway and stopped to light a cigar. As if his smoking a cigar would affect all of the other smoking going on at the party. He looked around a little and didn't notice me. Just as he had done the night before, he started a leisurely stroll down his driveway. He got down to the sidewalk, stood there for a minute or so, puffing away on his stogie, and then started back, just a little quicker than he did on his way down.
As he got back to where the limos were parked, Don opened the door and got out. "Shit!" Armacost walked past him on the way down and didn't even notice him sitting in the limo.
"Good evening Mr. Armacost."
Benjamin almost jumped out of his shoes. "Err! Ah! Yes it is."
"Damn it!" I thought, "Why the hell couldn't you have just sat there and kept your mouth shut. Better yet, why didn't you fall asleep."
"Getting a little fresh air?"
"Ahh! Yes. Just needed to get away for a few seconds. I have to deal with most of these assholes daily as it is. I hate having to listen to their bullshit on a night off."
"You hypocritical asshole!" I said under my breath.
"Yes sir, I know what you mean. Oh well. Have a nice evening."
"Yes, you too. Can I get you anything?"
"No sir. I was just going to get something to drink."
I slithered out from my shadow and towards the kitchen. I poured two glasses of cola and headed back out the door. As I got through the door I almost ran into Benjamin.
"Oh, Good evening Mr. Armacost."
"Hi, Mick. What brings you here?"
"Oh, I drove Mr. Castillo tonight." I turned my attention to Don. "Here Don, I was just bringing this out to you."
Don took the glass from me. "Thanks Mick. I was just coming in to get one."
"Did the two of you get enough to eat? There's plenty here.", Benjamin pointed out.
"Actually, I was going to ask Don if he wanted a sandwich."
"Yes, I'd love one.", Don answered.
"Go right ahead, help yourselves. There's plenty of beer and drinks at the bar too.", Benjamin offered.
"We appreciate it Mr. Armacost, but we can't while we're driving. The soda is just fine.", Don replied.
I couldn't help but smile. A true professional. I motioned Don towards the food in the kitchen. "Thanks, Mr. Armacost. We appreciate it."
"Don't mention it.", he replied as he started towards the main part of the house. As Don and I started towards the other side of the kitchen, Benjamin snapped his fingers as if he forgot something, turned, and went back outside.
I watched as he went back towards the limos. He stopped, looked around to make sure nobody was watching, and made a bee-line for the door with the light at the Schmidt's garage.
"I knew it.", I said.
"Knew what?"
"Nothing. Nothing. Just the amount of food."
As Don fixed himself a sandwich, I watched Benjamin enter the garage next door. "Go ahead and eat. Take your time and enjoy it. I'll be out at the cars."
"Okay," Don said, "I won't be long. I'll join you in a minute."
"Take your time. I have a couple of calls to make anyway." I walked outside to the cars and retrieved my digital camera from the trunk. I needed to see what was going on next door. I knew what, but I had to see to make sure. And I needed to document it.
I looked around and saw that the shadows I was hiding in when I watched Benjamin take his stroll, continued around the back of both houses. Oh the advantages of wearing a dark suit on an evening like this. While I had the opportunity I took advantage of it and made my way behind Schmidt's house. I was able to see inside the kitchen. There was Benjamin with Stacy Schmidt wrapped around him. She was wearing a black satin and lace corset, black stockings, and black high heels.
Now, documentation. How to take care of letting Mrs. Armacost know.
One important tool in every private detective's inventory has to be a good quality camera. These days, digital is the way to go. Not only is it cheaper than film, not having to pay for developing all of those shots that didn't turn out, but you don't have to worry about somebody liking what they see and developing a duplicate set. There have been a lot of evidentiary photos that have made their way on the internet.
I was glad to see that Mrs. Schmidt didn't mind the lights being on. One thing about digital cameras, they like a lot of light. I took a couple of pictures and then ducked out of sight to view the shots, just to make sure the settings were correct. They looked good to me. I took some more shots of Benjamin and Stacy kissing and feeling each other.
Stacy stooped down in front of Benjamin, unzipped his fly, and undid his pants. She slid his pants down to his ankles and stroked on his cock a few times. Then she began blowing him. I took several pictures to show it was more than just a good neighbor helping with the dishes. From my angle, I couldn't actually see his cock in her mouth, but it was obvious what was going on. I'm sure she wasn't sewing a tear in his shorts with a needle between her teeth.
I now had the proof of what I had been hoping wouldn't be true. But I still didn't know why Stacy Schmidt would be interested in Benjamin Armacost.
Benjamin lifted Stacy back to a standing position. He kissed her and then turned her away from him. She bent over the counter as he stepped out of his shoes and pants. He unbuttoned his shirt and slid out of it. He stood behind her as she bent over further across the countertop. I watched and photographed Benjamin rubbing his cock against Stacy's pussy and ass. He then pushed his cock inside her. As he fucked her, I snapped shot after shot. Once a private eye has a good quality digital camera it is important to have a lot of memory and batteries that hold a good charge. I made sure I had those also.
I felt so dirty taking these pictures, not because I was taking pictures of a couple engaging in sex, but because I know the woman's husband. Not as a client, but as a friend. My guilt was more out of how I was going to tell this friend of mine. Of course, maybe I wouldn't have to.
I hid in a corner of the yard that was almost completely blacked out. I took my cell phone from my belt and dialed David Schmidt's cell phone that he had written on one of his business cards. The phone rang 6 times and I thought for sure I was going to get his voice mail, but then he answered.
"David. It's Mick Pheury. Can you talk?"
"Sure, Mick. What's the matter? This is an unexpected pleasure."
"David, you remember me telling you about my investigation involving Armacost, right?"
"Of course. Why? What's up?"
"Where are you now?"
"I'm at a bar, watching a game with a few friends."
"Can you break away?"
"Yeah, sure. Why?"
"I'm up at Armacost's. I had to drive one of his friends up here tonight. I just saw him sneak over to your house."
"Pheury. That's not funny."
"I didn't mean it to be. I'm serious. Meet me outside. Park your Rover down on the street and meet me in Armacost's driveway, by the limos."
"Okay, Mick. But I warn you, this better not be some sick joke."
"It's not. I'll see you in a few minutes." I hung up.
Oh boy! I snuck back over to Armacost's house hid by the limos as if nothing was happening.
