A cheating woman

Marcus Osborne sat on his office chair with his feet placed on top of his desk. He reflected if any one came into my office at this moment he would think I was the exampel of the happy detective he wouldnt be too far off. Osborne was in his early thirties just over six feet, with strong classic features and thick black hair. He knew he was a handsome man. After three years in the business, his private detective agency had a good review in the city. He was single and in love. The only problem this picture was that the object of his feelings was a married woman. Three knocks on the door to the office brought him back to reality. Come in he said, taking his feet off the desk. A skinny middleaged man with thinning hair and glasses, dressed in an expensive lv suit, opened the door and walked in. The detective got up from his desk and shaked the customers hand he noticed a gucci watch on his arm wrist thinking he was a big shot. Please sit down. Im Marcus Osborne, what can I do for you? He said this with a half quiet voice that he had practiced in the mirror many times. My name is Harold Jones. He spoke in a low voice. You have been highly recommended to me. I have a very personal situation to discuss and I’ve heard your agency is very skilled. Osbornes new client said. I suspect my wife is cheating on me but I want to be sure. I want you to investigate it follow her when she leaves our apartment let me know where she goes and who she sees We can give you a complete and detailed report. When would you like it I guess two weeks will be good. Unless you think you should follow her longer. We’ll see .but two weeks may be okay. Fine. This is my card with my address. And here is a picture of her and a check for an payment. I already know your level. What’s your fiance's name? Christine Ann. Osborne held his breath. Christine Ann was his lovers name. This man must be her husband. He looked at the picture and the check hoping to gain time and recover his cool. I see you’re a man of few words. I’m sure you will give me a good report next time I see you. Good day. Marcus finaly found his voice. good day mr. Jones he said getting up from his chair and walking his new client to the door. After Jones was gone, Marcus sat down again at his desk. He was stuned.he opened the righthand drawer and took out a bottle of Scotch and a glass. He poured himself a big shot and, while drinking it, thinking how to handle this tricky situation. So his new client was Christine Ann’s husband. Not much to look at. No wonder she wants to get a divorce and marry me. He knew he couldnt give this client a true report. still. He had to make a report. He decided to give his operative Scott Palmer the job and to stay away from Christine Ann during the two weeks of the investigation. But the next morning when Jones walked into the office, Scott hadnt finished the report.