[ WP ] A private investigator tailing a politician discovers that his wife is involved with his target .

I'd decided to call him Mr Ratty. Normally I just stuck with plain names or assigned numbers in case my notebook fell into the wrong hands but this guy, some some reason he just had the feel of a rodent. 
 
 It was n't an unusual gig and it was n't an unusual customer. Over the last few years the political parties had grown increasingly vicious and the public increasingly pious. A nice juicy sex scandal was a sure-fire way to knock a guy down a bit off his political high horse. 
 
 These days you'd tail a priest for a week and he'd get more tail than a horny sailor in a whore house. Not sure what the world is coming to but it kept my bills paid, kids fed and Lucille in fancy new dresses. My business was sleazeballs and business was booming. 
 
 My Ratty had been doing a familiar pattern. It was Friday and he'd finished at his constituency office early. I'd never known a politician to do a full Friday. At 3pm we were sailing along the streets, he with his collar open and wind in his hair, me four cars back and keeping low and out of sight. 
 
 We were headed for the city. Figures, it was always the city. Less chance of being known, more chance of finding free tail. 100 % chance of finding hookers if other options did n't present. 
 
 By 5 we were in a sleazy bar. I knew it well, I knew all the sleazy bars and all the sleazy bar owners. They all knew me too and I'd either helped them out or paid them off and so they'd keep him in sight, plied with drink and make sure I did n't miss him if he tried to slip out the back. It paid to make friends with some dregs in society, they helped keep track of the other dregs. 
 
 At 8 Mr Ratty got hungry. I'd drunk a flask of chowder that Lucille had left for me in the car. She knew on these long days I had to eat when in could and Ratty was in a strip joint with only one exit and an excellent evening buffet. He was n't coming out soon. By 9 I'd joined him and say close enough to him to hear him hoot and holler at the girls on stage. Funny though, he did n't try to slip them his number or offer any of the waitresses to go with him to a hotel. He must have other plans. 
 
 I'd been hopping to finish up early but it looked like he was in for the long haul. Lucille would have to go to bed lonely tonight. I'd join her later and cuddle into her warmth. 
 
 Damn the thought hit me like thunder, I would n't be cuddling into anything but a bottle tonight, Lucille was a at her sisters. It'd be a lonely night for me whatever, at least I hoped Mr Ratty would get lucky and let me do my job. 
 
 Over the next four hours we moved a fair bit and I changed into my other outfit to make sure I was n't recognised. There was n't too much risk, he was drinking for three and having a hell of a time. 
 
 Strange though, he liked the girls but was n't trying to pick them up. Maybe he had a sure thing later on but he was n't even trying to get a backup, she must be pretty certain. 
 
 At last around 1am he stumbled out and staggered to his car. He hopped in and I watched him weave down the road, taking out a bin and making a small Chinese guy jump backwards and scream abuse. Maybe he'd be pulled over, a DUI with photo proof would be okay too - I could still get it in the morning papers. By the time he slept it off in the drunk tank Mr Ratty would be in the national press. 
 
 He steadied up a bit and headed for the outskirts and after 15 minutes he pulled into a motel. At last, I knew he had a plan. I pulled around back and was back before he was out of his car. He did n't bother going to the front desk so wither he'd pre booked or the person he was meeting had booked a room. 
 
 Nearly home now, nearly done. This place had beds out front and crappy curtains, no problem to get some sly shots. I noted the window and gave him 125 minutes. Let it get good and heavy in there. 
 
 I crept up and peeking my camera over the edge I shot a quick burst and then ducked it back down. I flicked to view them to make sure I was getting something good and I was not disappointed. Mr Ratty had his dick in the mouth of a pretty young woman and she was going to town. Now to get a good one with both faces and I'd have all I needed. I help my camera up again and shot two, three more times. 
 
 Checking again I knew these ones would show what I needed the faces were turning and... *Lucille! * Smiling the smile I knew so well but for, for him. 
 
 The door splintered at my kick and the shots rang out into the air, two for him, two for her and after a little while, one more for me.
