She wasn't the type to get bent over a table naked.
She wasn't just the office admin any longer.
She was beautiful and badass and wore a badge.
She played as hard to get as coffee at an AA meeting.
She was in the oldest racket in the world and she was scared.
She was dead, and that was a serious waste of curves.
The Case of the Slicer-Dicer.
A Private Dick who works in four dimensions.