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It was just about time to close up the office for the day and I was looking forward to a quiet, peaceful evening at home. It had been a long week and now that it was drawing to a close, I was hoping that I could get a little head start on it by closing a little early. But that was not to be. I just so happened to by glancing at the door when I saw a shadow appear in the frosted glass window. A knock on the door and she walked into the office. I say walked, when it would more appropriate to say she glided into the office. She came up to my desk and in a voice that would make the strongest man’s knees buckle, she spoke. “Are you the detective on the door? Detective Kirkman?” she asked, her face partially obscured by her large floppy black hat. The woman was dressed in a tight black halter top stretch-knit dress with a cutout strategically placed to show her very ample cleavage. The dress was short – the length somewhere between flirty and whorish, but on her it looked amazing. She wore black, strappy CFM heels with silver accents on the top near her manicured and painted toes. “Yes, I am. Can I help you?” I said. “I might need you to do some work for me,” she said. I stood up indicating the chair on the other side of my desk. “Please have a seat, Miss…” She took a seat, sitting down and crossing her well-toned and shapely legs. “Reynolds. Beverly Reynolds.” “Well Miss Reynolds, how can I help you?” I asked. The woman in black raised her head and I saw her for the first time then. She was an absolutely stunning woman, with a flawless classical face, high cheekbones, full crimson lips and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. My heart skipped a beat as I looked into her beautiful face until her voice broke the spell. “It’s Mrs. Reynolds… at least for now. Mr. Kirkman, I suspect my husband may be cheating on me and I would like you to find out if he is and with whom. If, in fact, he is cheating and you can get proof of it, I will file for divorce and take him for everything he is worth. He has done this in the past twice before, and he told me both times that he has changed. But a leopard Maltepe Escort rarely changes his spots and if he is back doing it again, I need to know,” she said. “I see. Well let me start off by saying I am sorry that you had to come to me with this. However I understand your situation all too well. I have had dozens of cases like yours and most of them – not all, mind you, but most of them – the spouse was indeed cheating. Husbands and wives both cheat and I have investigated both. More often it’s the husband I find cheating, but it’s certainly not exclusive to men,” I explained “I’m sure it isn’t. I’ve known girlfriends who have played around as well. But I have remained faithful, Mr. Kirkman, despite his catting about. However, I refuse to continue being a victim to him. What he is doing is wrong, and dangerous to both him and me. I don’t want to get some sort of STD because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.” “No, I would think not, Mrs. Reynolds. Yes I would be happy to take the case if you’d like. I think I can find you the answers you seek,” I said. “And what would something like that run?” she asked. “My standard fee, Mrs. Reynolds, is $150.00 an hour plus expenses,” I said flatly. “I see. That is kind of pricey…” “Well Mrs. Reynolds, there are cheaper detectives in town, but you won’t find one better. I can charge higher prices because I get the job done.” “I suppose you are right, Mr. Kirkman. Ok, you have the job. When can you get started?” “I will get on it first thing Monday morning. Meanwhile why don’t you go home and gather me all the information you have up to this point. I need to know the name of the suspected other woman if you know it, as well as his history of cheating in the past, along with all the regular details – his full name, address, any credit cards he has, where he works, and anything else you think might help me track him,” I told her. “Okay, I can do that,” she said. “Now because I am now investigating your husband, we have to be discrete. You can see here that I have two phones on my desk. The black one here is a regular phone. Maltepe Escort Bayan People looking to hire me such as yourself can look my office up in the phone book and call here. I answer it as I would normally. But this red phone is a decoy phone, meant to hide me from people who may snoop around. If you have to call me for some reason, always try to do it when hubby is at work and call me from someplace other than home so the number can’t be traced. If you have to call from home, though, call this number.” I handed her a business card with just the decoy phone’s number on it. “Now, don’t be surprised when I answer ‘AMG Marketing Service’ – that is the name associated with this phone and should hubby want to redial this number to find out who you called, he will think it’s just a telemarketer. Also if you call from home, make it a very short message, like ‘Hi call me right away.’ or ‘I need to meet you in your office.’ That way it won’t look like we are really talking and hubby will think it was just a misdialed number,” I told her. “You think of everything, don’t you, Mr. Kirkman.” “I told you, I’m the best. Oh, and you can call me Peter,” I said, smiling. “Ok, Peter. I will get the things you need to get going on your investigation and get back with you. Thank you for taking this job.” “Well, I hope for your sake that I don’t find anything,” I said, standing up and taking her hand. “Oh, I’m prepared if you do. As I said, this isn’t the first time he’s done this. But, thank you.” My beautiful client then turned and glided out of the office just as gracefully as she had come in, and the view of her leaving was every bit as good as when she walked in! I went home right after she left and got started on my weekend plans. But my mind kept going back to my gorgeous new client and I have to admit, not all my thoughts were very “professional”! But as the weekend progressed and other things took over my thoughts, she faded into the background. Monday morning came around bringing her back into my thoughts. I began to work on her case as soon as I got to the Escort Maltepe office that morning. I started my investigation simply by looking up hubby’s name – Paul Allen Reynolds – on the Internet. My search showed there were two people by that name here in New York City. Okay, how about a Paul Allen Reynolds married to a Beverly Reynolds. Ahh, there you go. It seemed as if Mr. Paul Allen Reynolds was a well-regarded plastic surgeon with an office in Manhattan. I could see the dollar signs forming in front of my eyes already. He had been practicing in the area for almost 10 years. That’s good, it meant he had established a client base and a name in this town and wouldn’t be as willing to just pick up and disappear at the first sign of trouble. What else could I find out easily… Mr. Reynolds had no criminal background and his driving record seemed pretty clean, too. One of those “fine upstanding citizens” they were always talking about, apparently. Only this citizen seemed to have a skeleton or two in the closet. But I couldn’t do much more without some more info from the jilted wife, my beautiful client. So after opening a file on my computer for the case, I jotted down all the info I had found so far and began to work on other cases I had going at the time. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. I closed one of my older cases which always made me feel good, then went home for the night. The next morning, as I was opening up the office and getting the computer fired up for the day, the regular office phone rang. “Kirkman Investigative Services,” I answered. “Hello, it’s Beverly Reynolds. I’m calling from the library down the street from my home. I have the information you asked for. Is there someplace we can meet?” “Oh hello, Beverly. Sure, do you know the little Thai restaurant on the corner of 8th and 42nd Street in Brooklyn?” “No, but I’m sure I can find it.” “Ok, well when you get there, go in and ask for the owner, Lin Tao. He speaks English so tell him you are there to meet me. He’ll know what to do from there,” I told her. “Um…ok. I will take me about 45 minutes to get there,” she said, a bit unsure about this meeting. “That’s fine. I’ll be waiting,” I said. I had this little room above the Thai restaurant that I used for surreptitious meetings. I had helped the restaurant owner, Lin Tao, with an investigation into some workers he had that were skimming off his profits.
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