Frank’s shoulder and right foot hurt like hell from kicking that damn door in. Hadn’t been as easy as William Hurt had made it look in Body Heat. And Kathleen Turner wasn’t standing by the stairs, transfixed while waiting for him. Instead Karen had bolted out the rear door.
That final kick had made everything he ever did in professional football feel like nothing. Might have broken something, but even that pain felt like nothing compared to the agony in his heart.
Karen with another man, kissing him like that. Frank knew he’d gone fucking bonkers at the sight. But he couldn’t help himself. It was a sight he…how would Karen put it?…simply couldn’t bear. Sure he’d slept around, and with a lot more than just Marie, but Karen was his wife. Karen was…what were the words?…elegant…fine…pure. The only other thing he’d ever had in his life like that was that china cup from his grandmother that he broke when he was a kid. Frank loved Karen with all his heart. Without her he had nothing, and he knew it.
Distracted, it took him awhile to notice that the guy, who was shaking violently, was also backing ever so slowly toward the rear door. Pretty boy. Unlike Frank, this guy had no scar on his face. But he was scrawny so fugettaboudit. Frank knew he could tackle him without even thinking about it. Naked pretty boy. Frank found himself checking to compare dick sizes. No contest. But somethin’ about that pretty-boy face. Did Frank know this guy? Yet he knew he’d never met Karen’s “friend” Martin. Karen had told him about Martin, sure. Karen was like that, totally honest. She’d even told him where Martin lived. Not the exact address, but close enough that Frank could tail her to it.
Frank took a giant step toward the rear door.
Martin froze. “I can explain!”
“Yeah, and I’ll have it to you by the end of the week.”
Frank scratched his head. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I know. I know it was due before but….very special circumstances!”
Fuckin’ guy looked like he was about to break out in tears. But again, something about that voice, that British accent. Frank recognized this guy from somewhere.