Cliff was your average 18-year-old high school student, if your school had geniuses with 4.0 grade point averages, IQs in the high 180s and had already been recruited by the best schools in the country.
It was the Monday of the last week before spring break and his dad was in Asia for a few more months. His mom wouldn't allow him to go on spring break. She was the Ice queen.
He could have left school at the end of his first semester, but his mom wanted him to go to graduation. So, he suffered through the AP classes, took an online journalism class, and worked on projects in the computer and electronics labs and ditched most of his classes.
Hell, he already had the points to graduate, but he liked the labs. They had cool equipment, donated by some of the colleges that were wooing his favor.
He took off for lunch and saw the dirtbag mayor's car go east out of town. He looked anxious. He decided to follow at a distance. Just what dirt was the mayor into?
He had his camera and the new tech from the microelectronics lab with him and wanted to see if they worked. He liked to see how small he could get things. And these were spy level small.
The mayor pulled into a hotel called the Shadow Ridge on Highway 33. Not a dump, but the 2-star review was generous.
Cliff hid his motorcycle across the street behind an old derelict building and set up his camera and started taking photos.
Who knows who a crook could be, a drug dealer or whoever the mayor was meeting.
Cliff took photos of all the people, cars, anything, and everything just to be sure. He took photos of the mayor as he went into room 6 in the middle of the hotel on the ground floor.
Cliff walked over to the hotel and, as quietly he could, attached his wireless microphone to the dirty window glass of room 6 and placed a tracker on the mayor's car.
He then casually went back to his hiding place. He set up the microphone receiver to automatically download the audio files with time and date stamps so he wouldn't forget and hid it in the building. The cell modem inside it would send the data every 6 hours to his dark web server.
About 3 minutes after he got back in position, a nice Mercedes sedan pulled up and parked. The very pretty lady got out and looked at her phone, clearly reading it. She looked at the doors and started walking towards room 6.
Cliff started snapping photos of her and her car. As she got to room 6, she knocked, and the mayor opened the door and smiled and grabbed her ass.
Oh, those were going to be good photos.
He thought he recognized the woman but couldn't place her. He was recording their conversation, and it was clear that it was a hookup. But that was not Mrs. Williams.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a cheater.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
