Chapter 117: The Artist V
Morning, Jackson Detective Agency
Alex trudged towards the agency that early morning. Surveillance really takes a toll on him, but it was something he needed to learn how to live with while working at Jackson Detectives.
If the dark-blond haired young man was honest, he’d admit to the fact that he enjoys following strangers around. And the thrill of discovery after long hours of patience.
Maybe, in some way even, revealing the Truth to those who need it.
Be it a girlfriend, a wife, or even a husband who just wanted some peace of mind—those who only want to honestly know whether or not they are just imagining things or not.
Like small businesses wanting to investigate their shady investors, or people who lost loved ones and their insurance company refusing to pay up. Or even in many more cases of insurance fraud and infidelities.
The search for Truth and discovery, he finds joy in.
A sense of justice, perhaps? False or not. No matter how they find it, it does not discount the fact that what they learn is the Truth.
And in many cases, that’s all they need. And only what their clients require.
Many look down at what they do, and people may call it a disgusting job. But for those who need answers, that’s what their agency simply provides.
Funnily enough, they are really good at what they do.
Of course, surveillance also has its downside, and that is when people discover they are being followed. He’d been attacked a couple of times while sitting in the car watching in a public place.