After Ashley left the shop, I pretended to wash my car and slipped the mechanic a pack of cigarettes to get the info I needed.
Turns out, every time she went to the shop, she met with a mechanic named Jeremy Brooks.
According to Jeremy, Ashley was his girlfriend.
"That girl looks like a sweet, young college student. Doesn't seem like a good match for Jeremy," I said, making small talk with the mechanic.
I handed him a cigarette, keeping my tone casual.
The mechanic smirked, blowing smoke out of his squinty eyes before taking another deep drag.
"That Jeremy sure knows his way around women. He's got quite the skillset!
"He's not just juggling multiple women, he's also a gambler. Decked out in designer brands at his age, I hear he's been using sugar mommas' money to support his college girls."
Gambling, sugar mommas, and multiple relationships. It was classic.
I immediately contacted my private investigator and waited for some good news.
I got home, exhausted, and headed to the shower. Just as I lathered up my shampoo and rinsed my face, something caught my eye.
I glanced at the corner of the wall and noticed a small red light blinking.
A hidden camera!
Damn it!
My heart nearly stopped.