Slouching down in the seat of my car, I peered across the road at a terraced house, and then along the street to check if anyone was coming. After hours waiting there, a man emerged from the house and I quickly snapped a few photographs of him. Bingo. I’d caught a cheat.
I wouldn’t blame people for thinking I look nothing like a private investigator. For one, I’ve got bright red hair, so I’m not the most inconspicuous person, but I use that to my advantage as people never believe I’m there under false pretences!
Catching cheating partners hasn’t always been my job. Before 2019, I’d spent my working life in