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.
The Case of the Slicer-Dicer.
She was dead, and that was a serious waste of curves.
A Private Dick who works in four dimensions.