the least. What were the chances of Mr. Dean’s boy going through a sex-change and ending up dancing to: “If I could turn back time” amongst a sea of loud, intoxicated drag-queens? “Zero”, she concluded and decided that tomorrow she would let Mr. Dean know that she couldn’t help with the case anymore. 

“No”, Mr. Dean said. “Is it a matter of money? I’ll pay you more. I’ll double it!”, he continued. She wasn’t ready for this response which made her bump her knee on the table. “Another day. Another bruise.” could definitely be the the title of her autobiography. Not because she lived a S&M-y lifestyle or because sometimes people bruise emotionally. “Mr. Dean, I…”, she tried to say. “You see… I actually...

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