Case No. 802-The Sex-Starved Wife
Chapter 1
I never thought that one little phone call would change my life so much. Most of the time when I'm called to investigate a spouse in a divorce case, there is already some clear evidence of infidelity on the other's part. He, or she, knows that the other is cheating. But when Jack called, he really had no idea if Ann was cheating on him or not. And finding out would prove to be one of the most interesting cases I had ever taken on.
The first thing I did was to get as much background information as possible; where the house is, who the neighbors are, where she works, where she works out. The type car she drives and it's license number. Her cell phone number and email addresses. Who her friends are. Her hobbies. All of this gives me a general idea of the type person that I'm watching.
The first thing I noticed that was out of the ordinary was that there was no empty parking space in front of the house where Jack's car would have been parked. When I described the car to Jack, he verified it as belonging to a neighbor; a young man he told me was gay and a golfing buddy of his wife. When I had a good description of the man, I made a note to myself to watch for him. It didn't take many nights of sitting and watching to see him entering the house soon after 6:00p.m. I noted the time in my logbook and continued to watch. Because the blinds were closed it was all but impossible to see inside the house. I would have to figure out a way to remedy that situation. Her guest left at 11:30p.m., and I left for my hotel room.
The next morning I began setting up a more extensive surveillance of the house. When I was sure that Ann and any nosey neighbors would be at work, I went to work planting wireless miniature color cameras just outside the living room and bedroom windows. I checked their range from my car and fine-tuned the pictures until I could watch any and all movement from her front door through to and including her bedroom. I would have to be satisfied with video only; there wasn't any easy way to plant a listening device inside. Next I went about hacking her email accounts. By lunchtime I was receiving copies of every email she received. The hard part was hacking her instant messenger username and password. But with the information I had, it too was hacked by afternoon's end. Now I could read every email she sent and received, and the instant messages she was trading with her friends during the day. I'd be willing to bet her boss had no idea she was wasting so much of her time at work using her computer for personal reasons.