Chapter 292

2 MONTHS LATERKING Islide the large envelope across the desk to Drake. He opens it and peers inside at the collection of photographs. They’re also on a thumb drive, but I prefer to go old school and print them too. Anything online can be wiped, but photographs are cold, hard evidence. “Thanks, buddy,” he says. “Nobody ever gets the job done as quickly as you.” I shrug. “It wasn’t exactly taxing.” I’m used to much more interesting cases than the cheating husband I caught nailing his personal trainer in the back of her Mercedes. He offers me a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry I don’t have anything more exciting for you, buddy.” He tosses the envelope onto his desk. “I’m up to my ass in corporate lawsuits and messy divorces. I have to say, my wife much prefers me doing this kind of work than the kind we did back in Chicago.” “You ever miss the place?” Before moving back to New York over a year ago, Drake headed up the Chicago branch of James and James, which was where he and I met ten years