“Why are you doing this?” she asked suddenly, looking at Phineas.
“I’m not doing fuck all. Don’t you want to know whether or not your husband is double-dipping?”
“You’re not a nice person.”
The words sounded lame and weak as far as insults go but it was all she had as she sat here reeling.
“Tell you what,” he leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers over his chest. “Here’s what we’ll do. Adil will sit outside your building tonight. You observe your husband’s behavior. If you even feel the slightest bit he’s messing with your devotion, send Adil a text and he’ll wait for Kyst to walk out with the bag of garbage. He’ll install the three cameras. Tomorrow, we’ll throw a viewing party right here. If I’m wrong and the reason she is there is to simply rearrange your furniture or he’s planning a surprise interior design for you, then no harm no foul.”
“There is harm and foul if I don’t trust my husband and I put cameras in my house!”
“Wouldn’t you rather be safe than sorry.”
“I’d rather not have this conversation at all!” she was starting to feel her patience waning.
“Here,” Adil held his phone out.
“What?” she looked at it like it had three heads.
“Photos of your husband and her at a coffee shop last Friday. This is her entering the building you live in on the Wednesday before. Maybe it is innocent. As you said, he’s a nice man and maybe he’s simply cheering up a sad woman, but wouldn’t you like to be certain?”
There was no mistaking it. The man in the photo sitting across from the blonde bombshell in the café was her husband Kyst. They weren’t touching. They were each holding their own cups of coffee. The photo seemed relaxed, and the lawyer that he was, if she’d stumbled across them in person, she would presume he was simply meeting a client.
Yet, it was also no denying it was the same woman in the other photo entering her apartment block.
“Well, what’s it going to be Juniper? You in? Are we catching dirty cheating liars together or will I need to find another way to catch them?”
She glared at him, but he continued anyway.
“Before you run out of here screaming and crying,” Phineas continued, “I don’t intend to destroy your marriage callously. I know you love this guy. If you want to stay with him after we bust them, I’m sure my parents could recommend a great marital counsellor. After all, my mother has stayed with him after three, four affairs over the last forty years. I’ll pay for it. Discretely of course. However, if you find you want to be as rid of the marriage as I do, for several reasons of course, yours being betrayal, lies and the risk of an STD since she’s allegedly allergic to latex,” he made a face, “another reason I wouldn’t touch her because I’m not impregnating her, then we’re you’re there for you.”

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