Special Agent by Daniel Roland Banks

Author:Daniel Roland Banks [Banks, Daniel Roland]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: danielbanks-books
Published: 2014-10-14T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 32.

I was thinking about the implications of my meeting with FBI Special Agent Booker, when Christine buzzed me on the intercom.

“John, you’re three o’clock is here,” She said.

I checked the monitor and saw Mrs. Clark. She was at least as attractive as she had sounded on the telephone.

“Thank you. Please send her in, Christine.”

I stood up behind my desk as the lady entered the room.

From the moment Evelyn Clark came into my office, I could see she was working hard to maintain her composure.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Clark, I’m John Tucker. Please have a seat.” I motioned toward one of the high backed upholstered chairs in front of my desk.

I sat down as well.

We studied each other for a moment, before I broke the silence.

“How may we help you today, Mrs. Clark?”

She drew a somewhat ragged breath.

“I would like you to follow my husband.”

“I see. May I ask why?”

“…Because he’s having an affair, of course.”

“Are you sure?”

Her eyes jumped around the room, not really looking at anything, especially me.

“Oh, I don’t know. If I knew for sure, I wouldn’t need you to follow him.”

“I see. So then, you suspect your husband is having an affair, is that correct?”

She nodded several times.

“Do you have any idea with whom he might be having an affair?”

“…With whom? Of course not! If I knew who it was, I wouldn’t need you.”

I conceded the point.

“Why do you think your husband is having an affair?”

“All the usual reasons I suppose. He’s a man. He likes women. He’s bored with me.”

“Are you bored with him?”

“What? No, this isn’t about me, it’s about him, or us, I suppose.”

I waited her out.

“So, what will it cost me to have him followed?”

“My rate is $500.00 per day, plus expenses. I figure a day is eight hours. I bill for each accumulation of eight hours. I have other clients, and some part of every day is spent on the needs of each of my clients, so typically, I would not be billing any single client every day, for the work we do on a case. Surveillance can often stretch out over several hours, on any given day. It may take several days to obtain any useful information. It is one of the most expensive services we provide.”

“I can afford it.”

“Yes ma’am. May I ask, does your husband monitor or manage your accounts?”

She paled, as she thought about the implications of my question.

I nodded.

“Do you carry a gun, Mr. Tucker?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am, I do. Why do you ask?”

“I want you to kill him.”

I regarded her for a moment, and then she broke down in tears.

I pushed the button on the intercom.

“Christine, would you please come in here?”

Christine walked in and gave me a ‘what’s up?’ look.

“Mrs. Clark has just asked me to kill her husband.” I said, as casually as possible.

“Oh my! Whatever for?” Christine asked.

Mrs. Clark was sobbing now.

Christine knelt down beside her, and wrapped and arm around her.

I pushed the box of tissues over to where Christine could reach them.

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