"Mrs. Whitmore," I said, leaning back in my worn leather chair. "You believe your husband's son is... what, exactly? Stealing your jewelry?"
"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."
"Was me, of course." She signaled the waiter for two glasses of champagne. "Mark is my lover. Has been for six months. But my husband, his father, is a vindictive man. If he finds out, he'll cut Mark off completely. And me? I'll lose everything in the divorce."
The champagne arrived. I didn't touch mine. "I'm a P.I., Mrs. Whitmore. Not a co-conspirator." Milfs Like it Big - Veronica Avluv - Mistress P.I.
The case was a standard cheating husband. Follow the man in the gray suit to the motel, snap the photos, collect the check. Boring. Until it wasn't.
I raised an eyebrow. "You want me to prove you weren't there?"
"You want the Santa Monica woman's name and address?" I asked. what, exactly
I stood up, tucking the envelope into my purse. "Give me three days."
Her other hand slid a thick envelope across the table. "I need evidence of my husband's infidelity. He's been seeing a woman in Santa Monica. Get me that, and I get my settlement. Mark and I can live well. And you?" She leaned closer, her breath warm on my ear. "You get to watch."
"No, Miss Avluv." Her voice was a low contralto. "He's stealing something far more valuable. My reputation." Mark has been seen there
The rain in Los Angeles washed nothing clean. It just made the grime gleam.
And there, in the corner, was Mark. But he wasn't with an impostor. He was with Diana.