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Come in!" I said. There was a single abortive rap on the door and then it flew open. The woman who stepped into my office was tall, leggy, beautiful - and bewildered. "How did you know I was about to knock?" "Like it says on the door, I'm a precognitive detective. Have a seat, Ms Harlowe." "lease. Call me Joanne. I'm here about my-" "-lover, the brilliant but ruthless financier, Othniel Mulliken. You think he's seeing another woman." "I don't-" "-expect him to be an angel, but you're afraid there's something more to it than simple philandering. Something darker." Those emerald-green eyes smoldered. "That's terribly annoying, you know. The way you won't let me finish my own sentence." "I know," I said. "All my ex-wives told me so." "So be honest, Mr. Hammett, is he seeing another-" "-woman? No. Man? Yes. Many, many men. Last week, when he told you he was at a board meeting, he was actually at Allegro, an exclusive orgy club for gay male CEOs. A colleague of mine infiltrated it as a towel boy and managed to take these photos." I spread them out in front of her. "You've been used, Ms Harlowe. You were nothing more than his beard." Joanne took a deep breath, and then swept |
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