Jason sat at a table, watching Mark as he drank. He hadn't expected to run into him, but was pleased to see him.

No one cheats on me and gets away with it, he thought.

Jason paid his own tab and went to Mark's home. By the time he got there, it was late, and the lights were off. Good.

Jason wondered as he pulled out the old key he still had. It wasn't the original one he was given; he returned that ages ago. But he made a copy when he found out about the affair. He smiled and stifled a laugh as the door unlocked.

Bastard didn't even think to change the locks!

Jason headed directly to the bedroom, holding the gun. The handcuffs were attached to his belt. He leaned over the bed and snapped one of the cuffs around Mark's wrists. As he placed the cuff on the other wrist, he held the gun directly against his forehead.

"Morning, sweetie," he said. "Get up. You and I are going for a ride."