Noir

Kima had known Allura Vysoren was trouble from the moment she appeared in her office two weeks ago, wanting to hire her to catch her cheating husband. What a bunch of baloney that was. She should have realized sooner: no man would ever cheat on a woman like Allura. She had the best damn pair of legs Kima had ever seen and a chest to match, all respectfully hidden underneath a dark blue gown Kima suspected cost more than her monthly rent.She should have said no right there, maybe then she wouldn’t have ended up with the barrel of a gun against her forehead. But she’d always been a sucker for a pretty face. And boy, did Allura have one of those.