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causing Richard to jump in his seat.
    Cape looked up from the desk as if he’d forgotten Richard was sitting across from him. “What?”
    “Explain yourself, sir,” said Richard. The words came out in a rush, but he was secretly pleased he’d been able to keep his voice under control.
    Cape leaned forward and looked at Richard for a long minute before answering. Without realizing it, Richard leaned back in his chair and drew his knees together.
    “I agreed to take you on as a favor to Bob Grecken,” said Cape. Mentioning the name of a well-known San Francisco lawyer would matter to someone like Richard. “And you hired me to determine if your chief financial officer was embezzling from your company.”
    “I know why I hired—” began Richard, but Cape raised a hand to cut him off.
    “But what you really wanted to know was whether or not your wife, who also works at your company, was having an affair with your chief financial officer.”
    “I said it was a possibility,” said Richard. “I didn’t mean—”
    Cape’s hand rose up again.
    “Bullshit.”
    Richard blinked but didn’t say anything.
    “You didn’t want to come out and say it, or maybe Bob told you that I don’t take divorce cases anymore,” said Cape. “But you probably figured in the course of another investigation I might notice a few indiscretions along the way, and then you’d have what you wanted in the first place.”
    Richard’s eyes narrowed. “What are you implying?”
    “I’m not implying anything,” said Cape, his voice taking on gravel. “I’m telling you that you’re a moron.”
    Richard’s eyes doubled in size.
    “Here’s how it breaks down,” said Cape. “You’re boffing your secretary, a seemingly nice but hopelessly naïve twenty-three year old with literary aspirations. And your wife—who is not nearly as naïve as your secretary—is on to you.”
    Richard’s mouth dropped open.
    “And you signed a prenuptial agreement that would make Bill Gates fear for bankruptcy,” continued Cape, “since there was an infidelity clause in the document. I guess your wife knew enough about your past indiscretions to protect herself or at least guarantee that she could tear your balls off if you ever fucked her over.”
    Richard’s mouth started working but nothing came out. With his eyes bugging out, Cape thought Richard looked like one of those bobble-head dolls.
    “But the best part,” said Cape, his tone softening as he smiled, “is that you’re embezzling from your own company.”
    Richard’s right eye started to twitch.
    “Apparently those cocktail parties the local news is always mentioning cost more than you thought they would,” said Cape. “Or maybe you’ve got a gambling problem—you’ve been to Reno three times in the last two months and Vegas five times. It’s probably the gambling.”
    “H-how…?” stammered Richard.
    Cape ignored the question. “Then you cooked the books to frame your CFO, who, as far as I can tell, is a perfectly nice guy. He is a bit friendly with your wife, but not nearly as friendly as you are with your secretary.”
    “We…we’re a privately held company,” Richard protested. “I showed you only portions of our financial reports. What you’re talking about is…is…” he trailed off lamely, realizing too late that protest was the quickest path to confession.
    Cape shrugged. “I had someone hack into your network,” he said matter-of-factly. “And the rest was straightforward detective stuff.”
    Cape briefly wondered how that would look on his business card:
    Cape Weathers
The Straightforward Detective
     
    But then decided against it. Too many words.
    “Bob…the lawyer…he said I could trust you,” said Richard. His voice had dropped to barely more than a whisper.
    “I talked to him myself,” said Cape. “He said I was honest—there’s a difference.”
    Richard didn’t know what to say to that. Either that or he didn’t understand the