<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Karl_Urban_as_Jack_Williams.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Jack Williams<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Elizabeth<br/><strong>When:</strong>10ish, Friday night<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Bedroom<br/><hr/>"Oh, yeah, I do a lot of conversation. I regularly interview people. I've got to interview clients because they don't always want to give you the full story. Mainly because they don't want to admit they're part of the problem. I've got to interview everyone who might have info I need.... That's nice, by the way," he interjects while she's rubbing his neck. "But interviewing, the nice, blue-haired, old lady at the DMV, the dealer I watched talk to my mark, the neighbor while I pretend to be the cable guy they stood up for an installation."<br/><br/>"But TV doesn't show the half of it on stakeouts," he says, pulling her a little closer. "You just run out of conversation, you finish each other's jokes.... And for me, it's usually something petty like the suspected mistress's lair, but the wife doesn't accept my computer guy found her airline itinerary that says she's out of town for the next three weeks. She wants us to watch it anyway, 'cause her old man's 'sneaky like that'. Or vice versa, men are just as neurotic about it. And if you keep being nice to me, I may have to kiss you again," he adds with a grin.<br/><br/>He takes another drink and leans back, letting Liz settle with him. "So, you want the funny story of my last couple of weeks at work?"<br/><br/>"We've got this client. And I use the singular because the account is a married couple. It's a good retainer and we do the usual; background checks on new domestic staff, financials on potential business partners, that kind of thing." He starts absently stroking her back and hair and shoulder. "We even do a little unusual; the main part of their portfolio is entertainment establishments and we have the expertise and licenses to do building assessments and inspections in addition to the normal real estate filings, insurance stuff, security assessments."<br/><br/>"Now, Mr. and Mrs. 'Rich' are a typical Miami power couple;" he tips the beer bottle accenting the statement, "she's in her mid-thirties and used to be a model of some type and he's old enough to be her father and they've been married about ten years. The story is they met at a boat show; she was wearing a bikini posing on a boat he bought and the rest is history.' He raises his bottle and takes a drink, "They make appearances at various properties several times a week, sometimes together, sometimes at different ones at the same time. And without fail, about every nine months, one of them comes in because they expect the other of cheating. And then the other will be in the office within a few days with the same complaint. They have very specific clauses in their pre-nup that keeps us from a conflict of interest here, so here they're not the typical Miami power couple. And they've never been wrong about the other, so I guess they like it or it's some kind of game for them or something."<br/><br/>"Anyway, this time, it wasn't two hours after Mrs. leaves that Mr. comes in. So we have separate teams do each job, as usual, and my team gets to tail 'Mr. Rich'. It turns out they're cheating with the same trainer. So I got to spend the last two days transcribing the incriminating surveillance video. And we're thorough...." He finishes his beer and lets the last part hang as she figures out his meaning.