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"Sit down, Veronica," she purred. "I knew you'd figure it out. You're the best."

"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."

My office smelled of stale coffee and cheaper regret. The sign on the frosted glass read Veronica Avluv – Private Investigations – Discretion Guaranteed . Discretion. In this town, that was a commodity more valuable than gold. Milfs Like it Big - Veronica Avluv - Mistress P.I.

I picked up the envelope.

I raised an eyebrow. "You want me to prove you weren't there?" "Sit down, Veronica," she purred

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."

She slid a photo across the desk. It was grainy, blown up from a security feed. Mark, entering a discreetly lit club in the valley. The sign above the door read The Velvet Key . "For women of a 'certain age' and the

"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."