He Brought His Mistress Home—So I Threw The Party He Didn’t Expect

of stale tobacco and cynicism. He had the face of someone who had seen every version of this story and was no longer surprised by any of them.

“I need a rush on these,” I told him, sliding an envelope across his scarred desk. “A full DNA profile on the male. And I need you to find out who Jessica calls at 11:00 PM every night.”

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