Chapter 1

I'm Jake, owner and president of Jake's Private Investigation Services. I have another private investigator who works for me. Jim Adams is his name. He's the vice-president since we are the only two investigators in the firm. We do have our overworked office girl, Sally. She is definitely the best secretary and most efficient office person I have ever met. She is smart, intelligent, sexy, and also a computer wiz. She would put most computer experts to shame. She's also married and a mother of two teenage girls. Her marriage is a good one and believe me she doesn't stray.

Before you get it in your head that either me or Jim made it with Sally, get it out of your head right now. It never happened. Too bad though; she's one fine lady. I wanted you to know how many people work in our office, and who they are. Now you know - there are three of us.

Jim and I are both ex-military and very good at what we do. We were members of the same unit when we were overseas. I'm not going to bore you with our war days or of the commendations we received, but we were the best of the best. At least we think so and our medals show it.

We became best friends and decided to start this private investigation and bounty hunter business together. There is no bounty hunting in this story but if I decide to tell you of other escapades in the future that might be some information you might want to remember. To put it mildly, we are a couple of bad asses.

This story begins with an old friend - well, more of an old acquaintance who was over at the house the other day. As we were downing a few beers, we talked about our jobs. He was an executive at the credit union and always bragged about his position. I nodded my head like I was interested but I could really have cared less. He finally came out with what he really wanted.

"Jake, I would like to hire your services."

"My service is private investigations, you know that. What the hell do you need investigated?"

"Jake, I think Jenny has been cheating on me. I need to know with who?"

"No, Jenny wouldn't cheat on you. What kind of proof do you have? Damn, I've known Jenny my whole life. I don't think she's capable of carrying on an affair."

"That's the problem - I don't have any proof. I just have this gut feeling inside that says she's cheating."

"Did you ever think about talking to her, even asking her, rather than having her followed?"

"No, I just want proof and then I'm going to divorce her."

"Jesus, Roger, aren't you putting the cart before the horse? Don't you think you should find out what the hell is going on before you make all these decisions. Jenny's a great girl. I doubt if she's been cheating and you are ready to hang her out to dry."

"Look, Jake, it's my business what I do, and how I do it. I'm offering you a job to investigate Jenny. If you prefer, I can go elsewhere to find someone. I know you're the best and besides since you have known Jenny so long, you will be able to get closer than any other investigator without her finding out anything."

"Okay, Roger, I'll take the case but you need to level with me when I find things out. I may need information from you but I'll get that as we go. It will cost you three hundred a day, you will also have to pay any office and investigation costs that the firm incurs. You'll only need to pay for the days we are out on the case."

That was more than I charged most people, but he could afford it.

"Thanks, Jake, I really appreciate it. Money isn't a problem but I do expect results."

"By tonight or tomorrow at the latest I need to know everywhere that Jenny is supposed to go in the next two weeks. I might just stop by and see Jenny as a friend tomorrow and that will start the ball rolling."

Roger finished his beer and left. What an arrogant bastard. I sat there and thought about Jenny. She was one fine looking woman. It was going to be fun doing this investigation. A few minutes later my wife, Doris, pulled up and saw about a dozen beer bottles sitting on the end table.

"Did you drink them all by yourself or did you have help?"

"Roger came over to talk to me."

"Roger wanted to talk to you? What about?"

"Damn, girl, why the hell you acting so surprised?"

"He hardly ever comes over. What did he want?"

"Your ass!"

"What? What did he want?"

"Oh, don't get your panties in an uproar. I just made that up. Even though he has always wanted to stick it to you."

"Cut it out, Jake. It's not funny. What did he want?"

"Business. He wanted to do business with me."

"What kind of business? You're a P.I."

"Bravo, you get the brass ring. You guessed it, he wants me to investigate someone for him."

"Who, Jake?"

"Since when do I tell you who I investigate? Why the sudden interest?"

"Jake, Roger is the first friend that has asked you to investigate someone. I just thought it was interesting. The last time you investigated someone you knew, you married her. Remember how we met, Jake?"

"I'll never forget sweetheart."

Maybe I ought to tell you a little more about my past and while I'm at it I'll tell you about Doris.

Before I went into the service I married my high school sweetheart. I was gone nearly four years all together. When I got home I found out I had a son. After I punched in the numbers I knew it wasn't mine. I was home on a few leaves but none fit the time frame of my son's conception.

She received military benefits while I was in the service. It wasn't till I got home that I did the numbers game. She owned up to it. She thought she knew who the father might be. What does that tell you? We were soon divorced. Then about a year later I married my second wife Beth. I guess you could call her my rebound marriage. We really didn't get along all that well and she got pissed when Jim and I started this business. Maybe she knew what was coming.

I ran into a lot of great looking women. For the record, a pussy hound like me shouldn't get married but believe it or not, I love these women when I marry them. I must be more in lust than in love. The marriages grow old. I guess I don't like a woman to tell me how to dress, what to eat and not eat. As for cutting the grass and making house repairs, I figure they have people we can pay to do it. My wives never seem to agree with me.

Here's how I met Doris. This old fart came in and wanted me to follow his wife around. She was his trophy wife. For those of you who don't know what a trophy wife is, I'll try to explain. Her job is to look good and Doris is very good at it. She would basically go to a meeting with her husband and be eye candy while he did business. This old guy thought she might have been getting more than looks, and he was right. It was my job to find it out, which I did. I didn't have to follow her long - in fact right after the meeting I attended as a buyer, I asked her up to my room for a night cap. She played a little hard to get but I was in her panties in no time. I do have to say she was the best fuck I had ever had.

She told me how the old geezer just used her for his business deals and wished I would take her away from the life she was leading. When I told her I was sent to spy on her, she looked at me with tears in her eyes and told me the offer still stood.

I went downstairs to her husband's room and gave him the information he needed to get his divorce and of course she would get very little due to a prenuptial agreement. I hated doing it to her; I really did, but business is business. It was about three weeks later she showed up at my office. Sally came into the office smiling and said, "Boss, remember that knockout that you turned in. She's in your waiting room. She wants to discuss a case with you."