Chapter 10

I hopped back in my jalopy, closed the door, and opened the bag.

I took out the devise. “Spy cam.” I stared at myself in the rearview mirror. “He wants to watch me work. Evidence, he’d said.” I twirled the object around between my fingers. My eyebrows rose and lowered. “Fine by me. Let him see what I’m seeing. Namely nothing.”

And yet, something about this didn’t sit well with me. I’d met Chad. I liked Chad. Chad wasn’t cheating. But now his husband wanted me to film him, to spy on him. Which, fine, was what I’d been doing, but still.

I pulled out my cell. I dialed Arthur’s number. He picked up on the first ring. “I have the cam.”

“Bravo for you.”

“My price just doubled.”

“We had a deal.”

I grinned at myself in the mirror. “We had a deal. I did my job. Your husband isn’t cheating. This, therefore, is a new gig. Hence the doubling of the price.”

He didn’t reply. Not right away. “You don’t strike me as the type of man who uses the wordhence.”