Hearts were going to break over this. But, that wasn't my problem. I was already thinking about how I was going to spend the money coming to me. I'd have it in a couple of hours, not long after that, I'd be at the club down the street from my office.
I looked back in my rearview, but the hotel parking lot was no longer visible. All that remained was the dreary weather, the tire's rooster tails of spun up water, and heartache. I needed a drink, but my client needed these photographs more.
****
Jimmy Todd was broken.
An hour after I'd taken the pics, I was sitting in my office, not far from my house. Looking across my cluttered desk, I studied the man I had just ripped apart. He was quiet, sitting in the chair and looking up at the ceiling while the photos hung from his hand. I followed his gaze upwards, wondering if we were both waiting for it to come crashing down out of pity, or for mercy on our lives. The office was nice, and held everything I needed to conduct my business, even these sorts of visits.
Jimmy started to cry. I wasn't surprised. I knew he would be a cryer when he showed up, asking me to look into his wife. Even though he was a shark among bankers and a shrewd business sort, well dressed and more money in his savings than I would have for a long, long while, he was still a man in love with his wife. He was a man in love with his wife who happened to be the woman in the pics.
I'd taken on other cases like this. It was easy getting proof that a spouse was cheating. In almost every case, there was anger, then sadness. They seemed to tow one another. The anger sped forward to the surface with sadness floating along in its wake.
Jimmy had skipped all of the anger and rage. He had known it was coming. When he saw the pics of his wife, bent over naked in front of some other fella, her face twisted into one of passion and that smile on her gasping mouth, the depression and sadness hit him right away. It rose like the tides from the pits of his guts.
I watched him crying. He was close to hysterics, and I knew that I should say something. It would be the kind thing to do. But, I was hardly one to offer advice on emotional stability, and a damn far cry from being a couple's counselor. I had no idea where to start, so I just watched him and waited for him to get his crap together. After all, this was what he hired me fore. There was no room or reason for me to play Doctor Phil.
It took a while, but he finally back around and wiped his eyes on a handkerchief retrieved from his jacket pocket.
"Sorry," Jimmy said. "I usually don't lose control like that."
"I've seen worse'n that," I lied. Jimmy had fallen apart right across from me, and I really didn't think I'd forget that anytime soon.
"So, who's the guy?" Jimmy asked.
"No ideas." I said as I reached for my pack of smokes. If I couldn't drink, I was going to add butts to the already overflowing ashtray.
"Can you find out? I'll pay..."
I rubbed my jaw. The growth of stubble sanded on my fingertips. The question on the tip of my tongue was how much more? But I inhaled it with the nicotine and shook my head. "No. I mean, I probably could, but I don't think it's a good idea, Jimmy."
"Name the price," Jimmy said, sitting forward and pulling his checkbook from the breast pocket of that well tailored blazer. He was trying his best to look like he was all business. The puffy red eyes and bubbling snot under his nose killed that look.
"Look, I can't help you," I said and tried to look sympathetic. "Sorry."
Jimmy stood up. e looked like he wanted to take a poke at me. For the moment, I wanted him to. I deserved it. Punishment for my sins. I was looking for an excuse to get my own violence on, and the hell of it all was I wasn't even sure why. I'd been feeling that way for a couple weeks now.
"Why not?" Jimmy asked.
"What the hell good's it gonna do ya anyway? I mean finding out who the hell he is?" I fired back as I pushed through the pics and put my finger on the flabby man's back. "You gonna go over there and beat ass? Use it as ammo against your wife? Trust me, Pod. I've been doing this work too long. It won't do ya a bit of damned good. You might feel better a couple days, but eventually you'll end up regrettin' it all."
He was fuming, but I saw his posture relax. Within a few seconds he was back in the chair, rubbing his head in defeat. "I don't know Luke," he said. "I don't know what I would do. I just wanted...something."
"Look," I said. "Sleep on it. Think about what you'd do with the info if you really knew who he was. It's for the best."
He gave a nod and got back to his feet. Looking dazed, like the zombies on television when they weren't eating someone. He moved for the door and have me a wave. I thought I should say something else, anything to maybe try to lift his spirits. But, the pics he paid me for, the information to confirm his wife's affair had leveled him.
Besides, what could I say? It's been a pleasure taking your cash and ruining your life!
Never again, I decided. I am done with this kinda job.
All I came up with was "See you, Jimmy."
He gave a thin smile and closed my office door behind himself.