What The Lady Wants
Chapter One
Mae Sullivan frowned up at the grimy old office building and shifted from one
aching spike-heeled foot to the other, trying to keep the weight off her
blisters. From the looks of the neighborhood, her chances of getting mugged were
only slightly greater than the chances of the building falling on her. Only a
loser would work in a place like this.
Good. It hadn't been easy finding an incompetent private eye on such short
notice in a midwestern city like Riverbend. But now there was Mitchell Peatwick.
She could picture him, leaning back in his office chair, balding and overweight,
slack-jawed and beady-eyed, no brains to speak of.
He'd patronize her because she was female. She'd play him like a piano.
All she had to do was convince him that he was investigating a real murder case,
and he'd swing his paunchy weight around, creating noise and confusion until
whoever had taken her uncle's diary would be forced to either give it up or bury
it forever if he didn't want to be accused of murder. Yep, that was all she had
to do. So go do it. She took a deep breath and winced a ... read full excerpt from What the Lady Wants ebook
