Natalie North thought she was all that. He wouldn’t let a good looking private detective take him down. Time to turn the tables, shut this Miss Natalie North up.

I can’t help it, Your Honor. Something in my brain ain’t wired right.

ou look much better without those vampy spikes on your feet.” “Proper?” “Shorter.

Who’d guess I fight crime?” “Don’t exaggerate. You catch people doing the nasty with people they have no business getting nasty with.

He didn’t need dinner slop to feed his body. He couldn’t recall ever being so filled up.

When you make your bucks of booze and broads, it’s dirty money. Leads to an early grave.

Manipulation and trickery weren’t schemes Natalie preferred to operate by, but she’d used them to solve prior cases with great results.

The money felt scratchy, hard against his skin. He wished he had a nice, sensitive woman to share the party with. No one. Tears wet his eyes. He didn’t try to stop them.

She stared at the center of the target, a face she’d never seen before, but recognized. The image she’d pieced together in her mind of the bastard that murdered her darling Grandpa Anders. She aimed the gun, hands steady, pulled the trigger. Kaboom. Blew his face apart.

The good looking ones always gave you more trouble than they’re worth.