Carrie stood mouth agape as she tried to make out the faces in the negative images in her hand. She really knew she needn’t bother because she was certain of the identities. She remembered the day, and even the hour when the photos must have been taken. How could I have been so stupid? she thought. I could have at least been a little more discrete.
“I ah, I thought you were working for me?” she finally said to the private investigator.
“Yes, Ma’am I was, and am,” he replied with only a hint of a smile.
“But you were supposed to be following my husband, and catch him with his mistress,” she said with a confused tone.
“Well, I did as you said and followed him on the evening he said he was bowling. That lead me to the house in the background, that you can see on the first three photos. He went inside, and I went into the park in photo four, to see if I could catch a shot of whoever came out. About ten minutes later the gentleman in the photo arrived, and then the lady in photos five through nine.”
Carrie had been caught on film having an intimate rendezvous with her brother-in-law, Steve.
“Now Missus, I do have the pics I took with your husband and his ‘friend,’ which I am more than happy to hand over to you for the agreed price. But, these others, might just cost you a little more.”