Jane sat across from the private detective she had hired, tapping her fingers impatiently on his desk.

“Well?” she asked. “Did you trail my husband?”

The detective nodded and opened his notebook.

“Yes, ma’am. I followed him exactly as you requested.”

Jane leaned forward, already looking pleased with herself.

“And?”

“He left work around six,” the detective said. “Then he went to a small bar downtown.”

Jane’s eyes lit up.

“I knew it.”

“After that,” he continued, “he drove to an out-of-the-way restaurant on the other side of town.”

Jane smiled wider.

“Oh, this is getting better.”

“And from there,” the detective said, “he went straight to an apartment building.”

Jane practically clapped her hands.

“Aha! I’ve got him!” she said triumphantly. “So there’s no doubt about what he was doing, right?”

The detective closed his notebook and looked at her calmly.

“No, ma’am. No doubt at all.”

Jane smirked. “I knew he was up to something.”

The detective nodded.

“He was.”

She leaned in eagerly. “And what exactly was he doing?”

The detective sighed and said,

“It’s pretty clear he was following you.”