T.R. Lansing (darkertides) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-01-02 20:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle002, rob, susie |
Therapy
Who: Rob and Susie
When: December 16th, night (after 9:30 pm)
Where: Regency Meadows, an apartment towards the back of the complex (249).
What: Rob arranges for a clandestine visit from the local prostitute.
Warning: Waltzing, foot worship... Rob is kind of odd.
It was foolish to meet anyone from Crows Landing in Crows Landing, but the convenience couldn't be argued. Driving an hour over to the next town for a tryst was just excessive, and she had a child to concern herself with. Besides, he wasn't being so foolish as to meet her at either of their homes. There wasn't any sort of record to link him to the apartment, other than the fact that he managed all of the properties. His position at Regency Meadows also gave him ample excuse for being there at all hours, and part of him suspected that he wasn't the only one she visited in the complex. Regardless, he trusted her to be discreet.
The apartment wasn't technically his. It was rented to a dead man. Rob had merely let it get buried in red tape after the man died, never bothering to mark the apartment as available. There weren't any relatives to ask questions about it, and since he was the property manager it was easy enough to do. He had cleaned it out, of course, refurnishing it more to his liking, though a few of the deceased man's belongings were still there. The plants, a particularly nice leather armchair. Everything else had been purchased by Rob within the last year or so. Occasionally, he stopped by to water the plants. Dust. It was therapeutic.
Everything he put towards the furnishing and upkeep of Apartment 249 was filed under therapy. As was Susanna Wilson's fee, and anything he purchased for her. No expense went unrecorded, but he did have to work out the math ahead of time in order to even out his budgeting. Not because of the money, but just so that the numbers wouldn't raise any eyebrows. He knew that his mother would have Eden Williams looking for inconsistencies, and he refused to let there be a single suspicious cost. So two weeks prior to his deciding to actually take Susanna Wilson up on her offer, Rob had begun to see a therapist in Bend. The money for those sessions was taken out regularly, whether he contacted Susanna or not. The checks cashed in Bend under a somewhat false (Rob preferred the term "co-opted") identity into a very real bank account, and the money ultimately transported back to Crows Landing in cash form, to be stored in the apartment until he did have Susanna come over. If his mother - or Eden Williams, for that matter - did any digging into it, they would find an actual psychiatrist with a solid reputation working out of Bend. Unless they broke into that man's patient files, there'd be no reason to suspect that Rob wasn't actually seeing him. Rob was not so trusting as to think nobody wouldn't go that far, but he was gambling on the fact that Christine York would not wish to know her son's mental weaknesses to that extent, nor would she want anyone in her employ to have that knowledge.
It was too damaging. Besides, she might discover that she was the root cause of many of his anxiety issues, and he knew she wouldn't care to delve into that pile of worms.
So the therapy went unremarked upon, and Rob was able to fund his secret. He arrived at the apartment at 7:00 in the evening, after the sun had set, to make sure the place was duly cleaned, aired out, and heated. It was important to him that apartment 249 be comfortable for its guest, even if she was a prostitute from The Woods. It was far too quiet, hardly lived in, but at the very least it could be comfortable.