"Yeah? Well, if they were married, he'd be cheating, but they're not," Kasey murmured in his ear, the sound of typing loud enough to tell him that his partner and favorite fuck-buddy was earning his pay.

"Wait. What?" He lowered the binoculars. "The mark and the job aren't married?"

"Nope. I've searched every database there is. No license."

"Huh. So she's lying to us." All clients lied at some point, but since this particular one claimed they were following her husband because she thought he was cheating on her....

Well. Maybe it was time to renegotiate the fee.

"I'm coming in." Deke tossed the binocs aside like they hadn't cost a couple thousand dollars and fired up the T-Bird.

"I'll be waiting, lover. We need a vacation."

The phone clicked off, and Deke tossed it aside just like the binoculars, lighting up a cigarette. He hated it when a client lied to him about why he was out there doing surveillance. It almost always meant something dangerous.