Chapter 92

His name was Johnny Walker, and he hated scotch.

"I should have been named Jim or Jack, I'm a bourbon man through and through."

He came highly recommended to me as one of the best in his business, so I hired him. It only took two weeks to get me everything I wanted.

He met at a bar owned by one of his friends. There were rooms for private parties, and we used one of those. I didn't want to be seen going into his office, or him coming into mine. He agreed totally. I'd even bought a burner phone I kept locked in my desk to use to communicate with him. I know, it sounds paranoid. After all, if it was nothing, I didn't want Becky getting wind of the fact that I had her investigated. It would not lead to good things.

"It's all here," he said, giving me a small briefcase, "pictures, video, interviews with friends and coworkers. Some of them didn't even know she was married. Apparently she doesn't wear her rings at work. They weren't particularly careful. I'm sorry."

I handed him a chec