1 Who Is This Guy?

Placing the photos on my latest client's table I start rambling because I really don't like this part and end it by saying this.

"So you see your wife is not cheating on you with some other man but with another woman. I know it's painful but you have to move on. Divorce seems to be the unfortunate consequence of this."

He is still in his shock and I know the anger will come soon rushing him and believe me I want to gone by that time. He does not have my sympathy because I know for a fact that he cheats on her too and with different women, most of the time.

One will say m being rude to the poor man who just found out his wife is cheating on him. Neither is her poor according to what I see as a very expensive painting hanging in his office. Nor is the case that he didn't knew she was having an affair because he hired me for that reason only. To confirm. He was sure she was a 'cheating bitch', his words not mine.

But seeing a concrete proof of betrayal hits hard i guess, which is weird if you ask me. But hey, who am I to talk about these things? Never had a serious relationship and not planning on it too.

"Mr. Thomson, are you okay? I m leaving, I know it's a shock and you'll be want some time on your own but let me warn you for caution. Do not harm your wife in any way. I will go to the cops if you do that and we don't want the cops to be involved, right? Now, I am leaving. Also, you can send me my fees by the end of the weekend."

I remind him this for good measure and get the hell out of his office. I am so done with investigating the cheating spouse cases. I did not know how many people suspected their life partners until I became PI and that too for just two years now. But really these are the kind of cases I get which is quite disappointing. Yeah, sometimes I get cases like when person who lost contact with an old friend tries to locate him/her. Not really any different though and since it pays the bills, I take it.

Sam, who is my partner in crime or should I say investigation gets half the fixed fees and the extra is shared according to work done by her on that particular case. That girl is amazing with her computer and getting the information out of internet. If it's on internet then she can get it. We met in college and hit it off. She is probably my first and last bestfriend since girls in general don't like me, dont know why. What was even more amusing that she wanted thrill and so did I. We even had our talents to come in this line of work and come, we did.

Reaching the parking of the building I locate my car, Stacy. Yes, I named her and don't look at me like that. Stacy is grey in colour, I bought her on second hand shit shop and not in a good shape. I did had her some of the care she deserved but still she needs to get newly painted and get more work. But for now she takes me from point A to point B in map and that's all I need and can afford.

Buying some dinner on the way I finally head home. While I'm still trying to unlock the damned door of my apartment my neighbour who lives on the other side of the hall opens her door and calls out.

"Ms. Shufflebottom ? Can you come here?"

I sigh and walk to her," Mrs. Rochester please call me Scherley. We know each other for so long, you can drop the formalities."

"Yes, my dear. I keep forgetting, its because of the old age you know?"

"I understand." I really don't because she can remember other thing but not this? I ask her,"Did you need something? Is that why you called me? I just my bought dinner and have some extra, we can share."

"Oh no, I have had mine and I don't know how you eat that oily unhealthy food and survive. You should eat greens and also---"

I smiled and interrupt her or I would be kept standing here all night.

"Yeah, Belinda I know and I will when I can. Now what did you wanted to talk about? I m really tired and want to get to bed ASAP."

"Yes, yes I won't keep you long. I just wanted to warn you that a huge man came at your door today and knocked on it quite for a while."

"What man? Was he one of my friends you recognised?"

"No and I know your male friends. This was a different man and had a different way of his, I don't know how to explain it. He was huge in size and was quite stubborn to keep knocking on your door even when I told him you must be out. So you see I got irritated and gave him a good scolding!"

"Realll-- I mean you shouldn't confront unknown guys like this, he could have been dangerous! He could have hurt you. He didn't do anything, right? You are okay?"

"Don't worry dear. Why, my own son was once young so I know just the trick to keep these young men in line."

"What trick Belinda, tell me about that? So I can use it too. But leaving that fact, you really should me more careful."

She laughs and says," That secret is for old ladies Scherley and won't work when a young lady uses it. I am quite careful too. Moving on, the man gave me a card to pass it to you, so here I am. Now wait, I will bring you that card."

While she went to retrieve the card, I was still amazed at her response to that unknown guy. I used to think she was a sweet old lady with an added quality of forgetting to call me by my first name. I was starting to like her even more.

But who was that guy?A friend? He couldn't be a friend since he gave a card and not his name.

A client? But I didn't give my home address to my clients. Or maybe he and I shared a mutual friend. Hmm, probably the latter.

Belinda came and gave me the card.

"Here, now off you go. Have your dinner and sleep. Goodnight."

"Thank you for everything Belinda. Good night"

With these words I went inside my one bedroom apartment. It was a nice little place but currently littered with my clothes, cups and what not. I sighed again at the thought of cleaning all this.

I checked out the card while setting up the dinner. It was a black solid card with golden writing on it.

"Blake Williams."

"Williams Corporation"

Blake Williams? Who is this guy? I didn't know him from what I could remember atleast. Well, I'll let Sam check him out or I could just call him…. Whatever, I'll think it out and decide on Monday what to do about him. For now I was going to have my weekend off and relax.

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----- At a certain place on Sunday -----

A guy sitting in a chair on his porch was deep in his thoughts when he was interrupted. His gaze snapped to his Beta who was just coming through his iron gates. He waited and raised an eyebrow at the Beta when he was close enough.

"Alpha, it has been more than a day but she still hasn't contacted us on the office number and neither did she go to the office."

"Hmm, and why is that? Is she on some other case?"

"No and she hardly came out of her apartment all day. Only went out once to buy some food."

The Alpha narrowed his eyes and asked," Who was sent to get her for me? Did he not tell her about me?"

"She was not home at the time. That is why now we are keeping an eye on her. The card was provided to her neighbour with instructions of giving it to the girl."

"Then, I will wait for her to come tomorrow. If she doesn't show up by then, then I'll go and meet with her personally. Continue keeping tracks on her."

"Surely we can bring her here.You shouldn't have to--"

"No, no one will force her to come here or she might run away. Do as I said."

"Yes, Alpha."

When the other man left he smiles wickedly for the days to come.