"Sigh..."
Klein sat in a chair in the reception room, wearily rubbing his temple with his left hand.
His gaze fell on the freshly developed photographs-a well-dressed middle-aged man had his arm around a young woman's waist, the two looking intimate.
He had just completed a commission... A lavishly dressed lady had suspected her husband of having an affair and hired him to follow and investigate him.
The result was hardly surprising. The lady's husband had indeed been getting intimate with a young woman in an upscale restaurant. Klein had even photographed them kissing.
Another utterly predictable cheating investigation. He sighed inwardly, arranged the photographs, and slipped them into a brown paper envelope.
Once suspicion sets in, the outcome no longer really matters.
Lately, the society had been giving him nothing but commissions like this. Although catching adulterers paid quite well, it was rather different from the detective work he had imagined...
"Well... There aren't that many cases in real life. Most of a detective's work probably amounts to catching cheaters and finding people," Klein remarked with a sigh.
Just then, there was a soft knock at the reception room door.
"Come in."
Klein hurriedly used his Clown abilities to adjust his expression, making himself look both professional and mildly sympathetic.
The door opened, and a veiled lady wearing a dark blue dress walked in.
"Mr. Moriarty..." Her voice trembled slightly. "Have you... found any evidence?"
"Yes..."
Klein nodded slightly, gestured for her to sit, and pushed the envelope toward her. "Ma'am, I think you should see for yourself."
His client took the photographs with trembling hands. The moment she opened the envelope, her hands clenched tight.
Her voice caught. "I... I should have known..." Her shoulders shook violently, and large tears splashed onto the photographs.
"Ten years... We've been