It’s Friday night and I’m holed up in a five-star Manhattan hotel suite with a hot guy and a complimentary bottle of champagne—but all is not what it seems. Because I’m a private investigator, my “hot date” is actually my business partner, and the tiny video cameras I’m unpacking aren’t for sex games. They are for spying on the man who lives across the street.
Our client is a wealthy woman who is concerned that her boyfriend (aka “The Subject”) is dating someone else.
-The Daily Beast
