Chapter 20

“Mrs. Richards?” Quentin said.

“Yes,” she said.

“I’m Quentin Quasar, right this way.”

She followed him into his office, and took the side chair he directed her to. He walked around the desk, settled in his chair, and looked at his new client.

“How can I help you, Mrs. Richards?”

“It’s my husband,” she said. “I’m pretty sure he’s sleeping with several of my friends.”

“You think your husband is running around on an attractive woman like you?”

“Thank you for the compliment, but you know the old saying: the grass is always greener.”

“Unfortunately, I do,” Quentin said. “What would you like me to do?”

“I need evidence. Names; dates; places; pictures… the sort of thing my lawyer can use in court.”

“I can handle that, Mrs. Richards, but I’ll need some information from you first.”

“What kind of information?”

“Tell me as much as you can about his schedule, what kind of car he drives, etcetera.”