Thread: What the hell is going on? Part 4

Andy had given me a lot to think about, and not just when wed meet again. Id told him I had a current lover, but that hadnt put him off, or me for that matter. But until our paths crossed again, Id work on this problem of mine. First on the list was my ex-husband. But he was long gone and hed surrendered his keys on departure. And why would he want to do this and after so long? But there I go again, doing just what Andy told me not to do, making it all more complicated than it had to be. Just stick to simple questions that you can answer and let the answers guide you to the next question. OK, so he would have known my card details, although we never had joint accounts, just like I knew his. But how would he know I still had the same cards and how would he get access to my mail. No, if he was the culprit, it was all too complicated and that meant he was out. Lovers then. Two since my divorce one ex and one current. Either could have seen my cards, but neither had a key. And that was mutual. We met, we fucked and we parted. Simple as that, far more simple than being married, and I liked it that way. So that left my cleaner, Andrea. But why? I really must stop this habit of jumping ahead too quickly. Just stick with the how. She had access to my cards, because Id leave them around. And she had access to my mail, so she could remove anything that I shouldnt see, like the new cards. I couldnt see why, but that would come later. As far as the how was concerned, she was the best and only candidate. All I had to do was confront her. And when I did, she just fell apart. Im so sorry, Mrs Chandler, I didnt mean no harm. She said you wouldnt mind and that it was just a joke they were playing, that was all, just a joke. Youd all have a good laugh afterwards, thats what she said. And she sounded so nice. Tell me, I demanded. She said that theyd arranged for you to get some mail as a joke, but that it had gone wrong and the first few letters were a mistake so they wanted to get them back. And thats all I did, just took those letters for her. Just a minute, I interrupted, who is this they you keep mentioning. But she didnt know. All she knew was the woman had asked her to intercept those first few letters, which must have been the ones with the new cards. Andrea had kept them aside and handed them over when she called. And the woman, well she was Amy, at least that is what she said. Thats all Andrea knew. And the cards, didnt it strike you as odd when she asked you to give her all my card details? At that, Andrea became hysterical. She didnt know anything about that, she swore she didnt, shed never do anything like that, that wouldnt be a joke, it would have been serious. No, she would never have been involved in anything like that. I believed her. So there I was, at a dead end. Amy was involved somehow or other, but I couldnt think of any way of finding her. Andreas description could have fitted dozens of women I knew. In her 30s, medium height, medium build, brown hair, not plain but not particularly attractive either, just ordinary in every way. She could have been describing me. And I still had no idea how they whoever they were, if there was anyone apart from Amy - had got hold of my card details. I made a point of popping into Starbucks regularly, just in the hope of catching Andy, just for some more advice you understand, but he was never around. Bugger. TO BE CONTINUED