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Chapter 9: The Maestro

Author: Omokhafue
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Run, my detective. Run.

I watched her stand from the stool, using her free hand to bring her dress down to a place of decency. It must have hiked up during our conversation. Not that I had anything against it being far up her thighs. That naughty little dress fit perfectly on her, revealing those curves and swells hidden beneath the police uniform she usually wore. My nose crinkled at the thought of her walking in here with a police uniform instead.

Her jaw clenched as she fiddled with the purse in her other hand. She tucked in some hair behind her ear that had fallen across her face and pressed her lips into a thin line at me before turning and walking away.

"The officer getting you all whooped up, boss?" Elias slid into the stool she was in and chugged down the drink I'd ordered for her.

"What?" I asked as I watched the bartender refill my glass. Boyd was his name and he was an excellent mixologist. One of the reasons why I favored this bar alot.

"You look nothing other
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