I stood up, tucking the envelope into my purse. "Give me three days."
I picked up the envelope.
Her other hand slid a thick envelope across the table. "I need evidence of my husband's infidelity. He's been seeing a woman in Santa Monica. Get me that, and I get my settlement. Mark and I can live well. And you?" She leaned closer, her breath warm on my ear. "You get to watch."
I was making one of my own.
The case was a standard cheating husband. Follow the man in the gray suit to the motel, snap the photos, collect the check. Boring. Until it wasn't.
"Mrs. Whitmore," I said, leaning back in my worn leather chair. "You believe your husband's son is... what, exactly? Stealing your jewelry?"
Diana Whitmore smiled, and for the first time, it reached her eyes. "I want everything, Veronica. And I like it... big." Milfs Like it Big - Veronica Avluv - Mistress P.I.
As I walked out of The Velvet Key , the rain had stopped. The city was still filthy. But for the first time in a long time, I wasn't just cleaning up other people's messes.
"The blackmail?" I asked, sliding into the booth across from her.
"No. I want you to find out who is using my face to ruin my life." She leaned forward, and the scent of jasmine and bourbon filled the small space. "Someone has been spreading photos of a woman who looks remarkably like me, engaging in... very enthusiastic acts with my stepson. I am being blackmailed." I stood up, tucking the envelope into my purse
"No," she agreed, her knee pressing against mine under the table. "You're a woman who understands that sometimes the biggest crime is playing small. My husband thinks a woman my age should be invisible. You and I know better."
She reached across the table, her fingers tracing the back of my hand. "I hired you to see if you were as clever as they say. And to offer you a different job."
And it felt good.