Gone-Girl-by-Gillian-Flynn

Gilpin this, get another baby-of-the-family jab. ‘Why?’
‘Oh, just wanted to make sure she wouldn’t have had to go through, I
don’t know, a janitor or someone.’
‘No Freddy Krueger types here, that I’ve noticed.’
‘Never saw those movies,’ Gilpin replied.
Inside the envelope were two folded slips of paper. One was marked with
a heart; the other was labeled clue.
Two notes. Different. My stomach clenched. God knew what Amy was
going to say. I opened the note with the heart. I wished I hadn’t let Gilpin
come, and then I caught the first words.
My Darling Husband,
I figured this was the perfect place – these hallowed halls of learning! – to tell you I think you
are a brilliant man. I don’t tell you enough, but I am amazed by your mind: the weird statistics and
anecdotes, the strange facts, the disturbing ability to quote from any movie, the quick wit, the
beautiful way you have of wording things. After years together, I think a couple can forget how
wonderful they find each other. I remember when we first met, how dazzled I was by you, and so I
want to take a moment to tell you I still am and it’s one of my favorite things about you: You are
BRILLIANT.
My mouth watered. Gilpin was reading over my shoulder, and he actually
sighed. ‘Sweet lady,’ he said. Then he cleared his throat. ‘Um, hah, these
yours?’
He used the eraser end of a pencil to pick up a pair of women’s underwear
(technically, they were panties – stringy, lacy, red – but I know women get
creeped out by that word – just Google hate the word panties). They’d been
hanging off a knob on the AC unit.
‘Oh, jeez. That’s embarrassing.’
Gilpin waited for an explanation.
‘Uh, one time Amy and I, well, you read her note. We kinda, you know,
you sometimes gotta spice things up a little.’
Gilpin grinned. ‘Oh I get it, randy professor and naughty student. I get it.
You two really were doing it right.’ I reached for the underwear, but Gilpin
was already producing an evidence bag from his pocket and sliding them in.
‘Just a precaution,’ he said inexplicably.
‘Oh, please don’t,’ I said. ‘Amy would die—’ I caught myself.
‘Don’t worry, Nick, it’s all protocol, my friend. You wouldn’t believe the
hoops we gotta jump through. Just in case, just in case. Ridiculous. What’s