"I wonder where she went," Johanna said. "It couldn't have been too far." She squinted as she read the sign. "These rooms in the back are equipped with kitchenettes, an extra room, and are available for long-term lease."
"Sounds almost like a small studio apartment." Frankie parked the car and turned off the ignition. "McHenry said she's typically gone for hours at a time."
"He also said besides visiting a 'friend', she tells him she's going to Riley's Gym for a workout," Johanna interjected.
Frankie lifted an eyebrow. "Well, I'll bet she's getting a workout all right." She took a pen flashlight and shined it on her notes. "We should talk to the manager of Riley's Gym to see if she does indeed go there. They'd have a record if she has a membership."
"She could just be telling McHenry that."
"Why? I mean if she wanted out of her marriage, why not get a divorce? She's rich. And face it; he's old enough to be her father. He's not very good looking either." She made a face. "Maybe she's getting a little from some hot stud to fortify herself before climbing into bed with him every night."
Johanna was thoughtful for a minute. "Could be. Maybe she doesn't want the publicity and cost of a messy divorce. So she has a fling with no strings attached."
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