I’d had my private investigator’s license for about a year, and things seemed to be working out.

It was slow going in the beginning, but I’d expected it to be hard at first as a female P.I., I still get a thrill seeing my name on the door of my office.

I was sitting at my desk going over some paperwork on a case I had just closed when I looked up and saw standing in front of me an attractive middle-aged man. He introduced himself, saying he’d received my card from a friend.

When he mentioned the friend’s name, I quickly recalled the case. The guy had suspected his wife of fooling around and wanted me to obtain proof. It turned out to be the easiest money I’d ever made. The wife wasn’t even trying to hide her affair. Within five days I’d accumulated enough... Leer Más