Some days are just like that. You have to eat, so you have to do the less glamorous part of your official job. Like following this guy, because his wife wanted to blackmail him to win the divorce. Foresaid poor guy had all the reasons on earth for wanting the divorce, the wife was a harpy. And he wasn’t cheating until now.
Aislin sighed as she followed him into a cosy little bar. He was, one more time, alone, as he settled himself in a corner booth. She took a seat at the bar, bored, and grabed her phone, changing the camera to have a look behind her shoulders. It would be a long, boring night obviously, so, she gestured to the barman and ordered something to drink.