think…maybe…Gray’s been, um, unfaithful.”
Maria looked at me, her expression bewildered, gauging my reaction. I guess she expected me to be as shocked as she was. Nine times out of ten, if you think your man is cheating, he is. So I made a sympathetic humming noise and didn’t try to dismiss her fears.
“At first it was just a feeling, you know? He’s constantly on his cell phone and doesn’t say who he’s talking to. He started dressing differently.” Maria shifted her gaze and focused on the carpet. “For a while he was really affectionate, almost too much, but now he’s completely disinterested in… You know.”
I hummed again. “What made you decide to hire an investigator?”
“Well, Gray’s been going up to Reno on business. Daddy’s thinking of buying a place up there. I called the hotel one time.” Maria took a deep breath. “The front desk told me Mr. and Mrs. Cavanaugh had already checked out.”
I winced. I couldn’t help it. Guys can be so damned dumb. “Yeah. I guess I should have seen it coming, considering… But I guess the wife really is the last to know.”
Did I mention that I hate domestic cases? Despite the amount of business they’ve brought the agency. The first one I ever took without Gloria was a freaking disaster. I wasn’t too sure of myself so I kept in close contact with the client as I followed the husband. First he met his lover for lunch. Then he took her to look at rocks and I don’t mean the geological kind.
My client was pissed; the husband never took her to expensive restaurants or bought her jewelry. She showed up at the motel I’d followed them to. The client ran into the room, the girlfriend ran out and, to make a long, stupid story short, I got shot in the ass trying to break up the fight.
Since then, I set off metal detectors at the airport and I keep my mouth shut until after I write up my case files.
“What would you like me to do, Maria?”
Her eyes and voice hardened unexpectedly, erasing her vacant appearance. “I want to know what’s going on.”
“I’ll find out for you one way or another. But if Gray really is cheating, you’ve got to promise not to pull any of those movie-of-the-week theatrics, okay?” The look she gave me was totally uncomprehending. “No taking matters into your own hands.”
She agreed and asked me to get hard evidence for any future legal action. After jotting her contact information onto the standard contract, I had to decide how to handle the financials. Gloria had used a sliding scale that depended on how much she thought a potential client could afford. With the shades drawn, there was still enough light in my office to illuminate the facets of Maria’s diamond jewelry.
I named a figure that included my time, mileage, expenditures and front-row tickets to Cirque du Soleil at the MGM Grand.
She accepted the terms without blinking. “Whatever it takes, Stella.”
Damn. I should have added enough for dinner and drinks before the show. “Tell me about Gray.”
Maria’s lips curved and I could hear the wistfulness in her little girl voice. “The first time I saw him, I thought he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Not handsome. Beautiful. Gray has incredibly expressive amber eyes and a face that should be on magazine covers.”
That was nice, but it wouldn’t help me pick him out of a crowd. “Maybe you could bring me a picture?”
“I should have a recent one.” She reached for her wallet and removed several pictures from one of the pockets.
As she sorted them, a rectangle fell onto the sofa between us. It was one of those four-pose strips you get from a photo booth. I had a quick glimpse of a much younger Maria kissing a guy with long blond hair. I noticed his Spirits Dancing concert T-shirt before she slipped the pictures back into her wallet.
“Here.” She handed me a snapshot taken on the gangway of a cruise ship. “This is from our vacation last year.”
I studied her husband’s image, trying to commit it to memory. He was tall with sandy hair and a goatee, a lean build and an angular face that I wouldn’t have called either handsome or beautiful. Gray Cavanaugh looked…slick. He was too attractive, too stylish, too everything.
I handed the picture back and went over to my desk. I rifled the bottom drawer for one of Gloria’s checklists. She’d called the one for domestic cases the Cheat Sheet. After grabbing a clipboard, I returned to the couch.
“Okay, so tell me. What kind of car does Gray drive?” Maria tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I bought him a white Mercedes, but I don’t know the license number.”
“No problem. I can get that myself. Is there any property other than your main residence?”
“Why do you need to know that?”
Because if he kept an apartment, he didn’t have to pay for hotels. Out loud I said, “So I know where I’m most likely to find him.”
“Oh. Well, we’d talked about buying a vacation place but I didn’t get around to it.”
I made a note to do an asset search anyway and look for rental properties. “What about his work schedule?”
“He usually takes the noon-to-eight. But one of the other managers has been sick recently, so Gray’s working some graveyard shifts. I’m not sure of his schedule this week, but I’ll find out for you.”
“That would be great.” I scribbled more notes as she told me about his routine and habits. “Okay, tell me about any hobbies.”
She shifted, recrossing her legs. “Gray’s been spending a lot more time on his golf game lately. He plays eighteen holes on his days off. We’ve got several memberships. Aliante Golf Club, of course, but also Spanish Trail and Red Rock.”
Uh-huh. The Canyon Gate Country Club property, where the Cavanaughs lived, was home to a championship private course. I was back to thinking how much I hate domestic cases.
Then Maria pulled a thick envelope out of her purse. “This should cover the first week of your time.”
I ran a thumb over the bundle of fifty-dollar bills before shaking hands with my newest client.
It’s like Gloria always used to say—as long as there are sins and cynics, I’ll have a job.
CHAPTER FIVE
No Easy Answers
ONCE MARIA LEFT, I stripped off my blazer and turned my shirt back around. Then I walked out to the reception area and handed Jon the contract and a copy of Maria’s cash receipt. “Start a new file, please.”
He sets up manila folders with hard copies as well as entering data into the case management program. If I can look something up for myself, it leaves him more time to write his romance novel. Jon glanced at the receipt.
“She paid in advance?”
“That’s just the retainer.” I grinned as I handed him the envelope. “Drop this at the
