Finnegan
"What do you mean you found nothing?"
The PI's voice came through my phone speaker. "Sir, I'm so sorry, I've had eyes on Mrs Wolfe for three weeks but I haven't been able to find any proof that she is cheating."
Who in the fucking scamville had I hired to be my PI? Just this morning while I was leaving the house, Victoria had driven in and there was a bloody hickey on her neck when she had walked past me flashing me a knowing smile.
She was cheating. She knew that I knew and she felt no shame about it. How the hell had he not found out who she was with?
"I don't want an apology." I kept my voice even. "I want an explanation."
"Sir, she's been incredibly careful. I've followed every lead but-"
"She came home this morning with a hickey on her neck. If she didn't meet a man last night, am I to assume a bear gave that to her?"
Simons made a choking noise on the other end before muttering. "I'll investigate that, sir,"
