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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.

"That's a private establishment," she said. "For women of a 'certain age' and the younger men who appreciate them. Mark has been seen there. With me."

"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." 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.

I picked up the envelope.

His name was Mark. Young, maybe twenty-five, with the kind of nervous energy that screamed he was in over his head. But he wasn't the target. His stepmother was.

I looked at her—the confidence, the hunger, the absolute refusal to be diminished. Then I thought of my empty apartment, the lonely stakeouts, the men who only wanted a dirty photo and a quick exit. The case was a standard cheating husband

Diana Whitmore was a vision of controlled fire. Forty-seven, silver-threaded black hair pulled into a severe bun, a dress that cost more than my car. But her eyes—green, sharp, hungry—told a different story.