I knew she was trouble the moment her silhouette slid across the dusty glass of my office door. I’m a private eye. I’m used to trouble. But being around her made you ask a lot of questions of yourself. After a while, you can predict trouble. Questions, though, sneak around you and jump you from the side while you’re looking at what you thought was the most important thing in the world.

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