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[Buried under paperwork on his desk.]

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My subconscious likes everything you do.

I'm not surprised.

[He gives her a rare, full on smile.] You wouldn't be.

How long did it take to collect these?

Not long. Few days. The wife had most of it. [He said absently rummaging through receipts.] Here's a receipt for a spa in New York.

Not very interesting, unless he brought someone with him.

I don't know any straight male that would pay nearly ten thousand dollars for a day at the spa for just himself.

Did he bring someone else?

It doesn't say, but I could easily contact the establishment. Visit, pay off a few people.

That won't be difficult.

Exactly. [He flips through another binder of receipts.]

This is interesting. [He slips out a piece of paper.] A mortgage for a penthouse in Manhattan. The wife and he currently reside in Boston and have a summer home in the Hamptons.

Where was the spa?

5th Avenue in New York City.

She probably could have just hired a private detective for this one.

Probably. But a job is a job. There's a few other things I need to see. But this is the main thing.

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