Around 5:00, following a quick clean up of his look and facial hair, Jones drove to The Lake House. Being completely foreign to the area, he would have been fairly uncertain of its location. If it were not for the sign bearing its name being gilded with gold and illuminated by five different lights, Jones might still be driving east to this day.


    The private section of the road to the country club was right up along the edge of a pristine lake. A plane flying above would have a difficult time finding the massive building. Jones could begin to see the massive wooden structure in the distance. A pinnacle of luxury that could not be overstated was practically embedded in nature. There were no trees to serve as a barrier between the lake and the road. One misstep and it would have been a quick trip right into the drink. The water being of such clarity indicated that this was the kind of lake to be adored from a far. The guests


    Luca told Jones when concocting their planned that no material in this establishment was ever fake and for the private eye to behave as such. The ability to spot faux crystal or silver was something that Jones lacked. He would just have to go off of Luca''s word on the matter.


    Despite no training or experience, Jones understood his self-given assignment well enough. The private eye needed identify what in Claudia''s life. The answer, he believed, had to lie in her work. Jones was only worried that Luca had not held up in end with the necessary arrangements. Him betraying Jones now was not something that he thought possible on purpose. There was always the chance that a man not comfortable at subterfuge would reveal the plot accidentally.


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    Even though Luca was not completely above his suspicion, there was always the chance that he was a talented liar. The faith that Jones was now placing in Luca was becoming a source of weary.


    Stepping through the doors of the side entrance, it became apparent how much the general manager had to lose through being discovered. The paintings in the hallways were easily worth a 100k a piece. Each name in the corner was recognizable. If one treated the walls with such class, they must be taking care of their employees is how Jones figured. Jones knew a real art enjoyer would never reduce the art to monetary value, but he could not help himself.


    Jones had made it to the designated spot to meet Luca a few minutes early. Luca had mentioned a short training before he began work. He was trying to sneak the private eye in under the radar. Despite the need for brevity, Jones was worried he would be the kind of person who was in need of in depth training. As a sort of relieving fact, Jones had eaten at restaurants enough to know the general premise behind waiting. While the customer getting their food was the primary objective, he knew that equally as important was ensuring satisfaction. He always felt that the best waiters were though that possessed a quasi mind reading capacity. The mind reading ability only extended to the knowing when Jones needed a refill on his beverage, but nonetheless he was in admiration. Jones still wondered if there was some secret formula the more luxurious of dining experiences used to improve their customer''s satisfaction.


    Maybe here Jones would find the job he would work in his retirement. Suspicions of his body not being able to handle being a private eye forever was a prominent thought on his mind. His body ached purely from the stress he had endured in this past.