Wednesday had almost given up. Almost. For weeks she worked at finding his weak spot.

At first, it didn’t seem like he had one. He didn’t mix business with pleasure. No inappropriate lady friends. Nothing in his past. No dirty little secrets.

Then, Burtininkas became careless. Sloppy. The first thing she found was a dry cleaning receipt. Nothing suspicious there. After all, silk doesn’t clean itself.

Next, there was a pair of eyeglasses in his desk drawer. Burt doesn’t wear glasses. New, maybe? Not a chance.

Finally, there were the increasing amount of opera ticket stubs. Something was going on. In the mean time, Wednesday continued to play dummy.