The Shadow Tycoon
Copyright© 2026 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 36: Deals in the Steam
After a period of discreet conversation in the sauna room, the group came out. Next came the entertainments Gape had arranged for them.
As a lesser-known second-tier city, Sabine City naturally could not compare with a metropolis in certain respects. In others, however, it was not necessarily much worse.
They had chosen to discuss matters here mainly for concealment. A private club, coupled with men almost naked in a sauna room, with steam and distorted voices, made it difficult for anyone to leave behind anything useful even if they wanted to.
After ending those conversations that might have caused certain problems, the group left. Next, they would begin returning to ordinary nightlife.
The beauty of a city lay in money everywhere and nights glittering with color. Those were things the countryside could never offer. That was precisely why large numbers of people kept gathering in cities.
In just a few short years, the urban population of Baler Federation had at least doubled in some places, and in others multiplied several times over.
The club was good, but it was only good for talking or simple relaxation. It did not provide any other services. Maintaining class was one of the most important duties of these private clubs, and they would never lightly break the rules they had set for themselves.
Sitting in the last car, Gape turned back after the driver reminded him and glanced at a car trailing behind them. His brow suddenly furrowed.
Without the driver’s warning, he might not even have sensed that someone was following them.
Private detectives were not part of Baler Federation’s judicial system. They belonged to a profession that had arisen spontaneously among the people. However, as long as they were registered, the evidence they collected could be used in various cases, provided it met judicial standards.
There was, in fact, a gap in public understanding here. Most evidence in the hands of private detectives was not gathered legally, but they knew how to fabricate supporting testimony to prove that the evidence was legal. Sometimes even the local judicial system needed to borrow their strength to fill gaps in a chain of evidence, so very few people seriously verified where a private detective’s evidence came from.
Beyond that, the biggest difference between private detectives and police was that police would not help you watch someone, would not rummage through trash cans for you, and would not call you “Boss” just because you paid them.
Private detectives would. They had already joined lawyers, accountants, and dentists as the four most famous professions in Baler Federation, specifically in terms of earning power.
Vera had her own private savings. After all, she was a registered accountant with an accounting law firm, and Gape also gave her extra money every month for household expenses. She had saved some of it.
She had hired a private detective from a detective agency connected to the law firm to investigate the matter. Cases involving infidelity interested not only lawyers, but private detectives as well.
As long as there were suitable photographs, every photograph could be sold for an astronomical price. Whether or not the employer intended to do anything with them, they had to buy both the photographs and the negatives.
The car he was following suddenly turned off the main road and chose a secluded side street. Although he found it strange, he still followed.
A moment later, the car carrying Gape came out of that alley. Sitting in the back seat, he toyed with the roll of film in his hand, his thoughts unreadable. Naturally, his expression did not look good.
As for the private detective, he was lying in a garbage heap in an extremely sorry state.
After one in the morning, Gape returned home with some drunkenness on him. He yanked off his tie, took off his coat, and pushed open the bedroom door.
The bedside lamp in the bedroom was still on. Vera had not gone to sleep. She sat propped against the headboard, a complicated expression on her face, part hatred, part expectation.
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