Chapter 3: Four years later.

Jason--- I am now 23 years old and a full-time agent with the O’Shea Investigations Company. Bobby (or Amy, depending on who you ask) is my boss. I completed a two-year community college course in law enforcement then got my private detective license. I have worked on some big cases. One was that woman who was laundering money for a big Mexican drug cartel. I saw her sitting and singing to her baby while I was hiding the cameras. How could she risk losing that?

I worked on another case where a rich man’s wife was paying a black male prostitute for sex. That woman lost everything. I heard she is now working as a prostitute.

I was also involved in a couple of cases where we discovered the husband cheating. I had pretty much seen it all in my first few years. Men willing to risk the love of a woman they had been married to for 25 years for the pleasures of a few minutes in bed with their secretary. Or a woman willing to risk her financial security for the satisfaction of a bigger dick or a tryst with more than one man. Maybe if they had just talked to their partner, they could have worked out a solution.

I found that I was a pretty good salesman. Amy had the idea of starting a home security company. We would watch your property full time in the war room. It went over big and we were able to stop several robberies when people were at work or on vacation. I was good at selling this service and did many of the installs myself.

One of my friends along with his brother had inherited a fishing cabin not too far out of town. It was near the swamp where we did a lot of our muddin’. It was pretty much just a shack, but they worked weekends and fixed it up nice. They added another bedroom, making it 3 bedrooms, added central air and heat, built a nice deck complete with a bar-b-q grill and smoker. I talked them into protecting it from robbers or just people who would take pleasure in just tearing it up by putting in a 24/7 surveillance program. Cameras at the front gate to the property, on the front porch, back deck covering the back door, in the kitchen and master bedroom. Our typical 6 camera package with complete surveillance. These brothers owned a ‘dirt moving’ business as they called it. They had every type of earth-moving equipment imaginable and made good money as they were both operators themselves. I found out the hard way that they did not tell their wives about the surveillance package. I showed both brothers a switch I had installed so that when they were using the house they could cut the cameras off. That eliminated the idea that people were watching them dress and undress while they were using the house. They could also cut the feed remotely by using the internet. They did not tell their wives about this. It was about three months after it was installed that I found out why they did not want their wives to know.

It was a Wednesday morning, and I was in my office. My wife, Darla, was working in the war room. She loved working at the company because she was not a home body. She worked the war room 40 hours a week and loved every minute of it. Like she said there is something going on all the time. Her sister was at home with her mom. We still live in the big house with her parents. Money is never a problem. Did you know we are part of some type of family trust? The twins get a check twice a year. We are planning on building our own house in the future and filling it up with little rug rats. I bought a new ‘Swamp Creature’ and even talked Bobby into buying one for himself. Now we go muddin together whenever we get a chance. But back to the story.