She does her best to ignore Schmelzer

“You know, you could probably make several twice as much as you are earning now if you took a job where you can walk around like this…”

Nancy bit back a groan at the sleazy comment, determined to not even acknowledge Schmelzer’s scumbag-demeanor so she wouldn’t encourage him any further. Instead, she focused on the Canon camera laying in her lap, checking the settings for the umpteenth time to make sure they were appropriate for the rather dim light of dawn. If she suffered through all of this to realize too late that the pictures they got of the deal would turn out unusable... she was likely going to **** someone.

“I mean, some women are made to wear shorts like that… you shouldn’t hide an ass like that from the world!”

With her face turned away from him, she allowed herself the luxury of an eyeroll. They had pulled into the Birdsnest’s parking lot barely fifteen minutes and, predictably, Schmelzer was an absolutely insufferable nightmare. Without even looking she could sense his eyes on every bit of exposed skin at every opportunity he got, devouring her without even a smidgen of shame. She did her best to no-sell his demeaning demeanor and act like the professional she was. She was regularly checking up on the equipment as well as the perimeter, but all that did little to discourage Schmelzer. Her naughty outfit was enough to keep him going, prodding away, obviously completely uninterested in their current job.

To be honest, as much as she wished it to be otherwise, there really wasn’t much to do but to sit and wait. When they had arrived at Birdsnest, the parking lot had been almost empty. Located in a small forest and surrounded by a mixture of domestic trees and bushes, they were secluded from any errant onlookers, which was also why it had become so popular with the hookers of the area. Two cars, a black Volkswagen SUV and a rundown, red Ford stood in some of the far spots, with a respectful distance between them. From time to time, the Ford began to rhythmically shake in a telltale way, but apart from that, there had been no action whatsoever. Nothing to do but to sit and wait for George “Jizzy” Mayes to arrive.

Schmelzer had navigated them into a spot in one of the more far-off corners of the lot, parking in the shadow of an old chestnut tree next to a half-decayed wooden picnic table. She had tried to argue that a more central spot would allow them for better surveillance of the entire area, but Schmelzer had ignored her concerns, favoring the slight additional cover of the shadow over a perfect field of view. He argued that the less visible they were, the lower were the chances of someone realizing that, while they were two people, there wasn’t much of the action usually associated with this spot happening between them. Nancy had a hard time arguing that, ignoring the part he added, that if she was willing to fool around for show, he was willing to take her to the most central of parking spots.

“I heard your marriage is done for…” Schmelzer babbled with all the tact of the proverbial bull in the china shop, “If you ever feel like talking about it…”

With her face turned away, Nancy’s stunning features twisted in irritation, her eyes narrowing dangerously. That sleazy fucker… did he know no boundaries? It had barely been more than a week since she had moved out of their house and taken up the guest room at her brother Nico's place, the entire situation still bleeding raw, yet this fuck-up thought it appropriate to use it to chat her up!? She felt a tirade rising up inside her, ready to throw professionalism out of the window to chew her unbearable colleague out, when he was saved by the sudden sound of a tuned motor, roaring obnoxiously loud across the quiet parking lot.

“Here we go!” Moving her personal feelings to the back of her mind, Nancy immediately sat up straight, ready for action as a light blue BMW rolled into the lot, the rhythmic thumping bass of some generic rap music blasting obnoxiously from its speakers.

“That’s Jizzy’s tasteful ride!” Schmelzer informed her unnecessarily.

“I am aware…” Nancy nodded. Even if she hadn’t quickly studied up on the case on the car ride here, the showy, gleaming vehicle was exactly what someone called “Jizzy” would drive. She lifted the camera and snapped a quick series of pictures as the Montell-clan-member steered his eyesore into one of the many empty spots, thankfully not too far from where Schmelzer had parked them.