VINCENT MOREAU
"I followed her," I told him, my tone even. "She has been dating him for some time now, and he does not live in this town, which is logical because everyone in Vieuti is scared enough of you to mess with your wife. I found that they would always meet in the same place... in his house, at the same time... in your absence. I crept in close enough to get the photos, and I had my spy steal the panty... it's a simple house belonging to a poor man after all, and bring it back to you so you would make sure it was her. You know I don't play for errors."
He snorted, but it was not a sound of disbelief, but of revulsion.
"Weeks," he growled, to himself rather than to me. "And I didn't know about it."
"You weren't supposed to," I shrugged, almost amused. "She was careful enough t
