“Hello”, I said, “Private Eyes, what can I do ya for?”

“All I need is a miracle”, said a distressed female voice on the other end of the line.

“Nothing like putting me under pressure,” I said.

“You don’t understand, I hurt so bad, I think my husband is cheating on me with high priced call girls,” she sniffled.

“Is he a politician?,” I asked sarcasticaly.

“I thougth he was a goody two shoes when we met. I loved him heart and soul for twenty years. My family hated him, we had no money in the beginning, but against all odds, we made it work. Sometimes just living on a prayer,” the woman said, clearly devastated at this turn of events.

I’ll look into it Ma’am,” I said and took down her info.

“Call me when you catch the slime ball in the act.

I promised that I would. I hated cases like this. Cheaters. Think they are smooth operators. But if this is it, the only case I got, then so be it. I’d go at it with gusto.

First I’d pour myself a whiskey and feel wonderful tonight.