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I picked up the envelope.
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The rain in Los Angeles washed nothing clean. It just made the grime gleam. I was making one of my own
Diana Whitmore smiled, and for the first time, it reached her eyes. "I want everything, Veronica. And I like it... big." yourself
"No. I want you to find out who is using my face to ruin my life." She leaned forward, and the scent of jasmine and bourbon filled the small space. "Someone has been spreading photos of a woman who looks remarkably like me, engaging in... very enthusiastic acts with my stepson. I am being blackmailed."
That night, I tailed Mark to The Velvet Key . I wore a red dress that was a weapon in its own right, low-cut and tight. The bouncer let me pass with a nod. Inside, the lighting was crimson and gold. Older women in designer silks sat in velvet booths, laughing with men young enough to be their sons. But it wasn't tawdry. It was powerful. A matriarchy of desire.