Page 13 of Such a Good Girl

“Exhausting, demanding, hot,” she said, shaking her head. “I did have a fantastic threesome with a couple of hot Italian men, though.”

“Of course you did,” I said. “No wonder you’re tired.”

She shrugged, laughing, “When in Rome, darling.”

I tried to laugh with her, but the memory of the photographs of the victims kept flashing in my mind.

“What’s wrong?” Violet, ever the perceptive one, asked. “Wait — don’t tell me yet. I’ll be right back.”

She hurried over to the kitchen and disposed of her cheesecake, returning with a bottle of wine and two wine glasses.

“Snagged a bottle of the good stuff from the shoot.” She winked, pouring us drinks before settling onto the couch and looking at me expectantly. “Spill it.”

I sighed, knowing there was no use in holding back with her. She could read me like a book.

“I got a new case to work on. It’s huge. The biggest of my career, if I’m being honest.”

“So why do you look like someone just killed your dog?”

I rolled my eyes, dreading what I was going to have to do to get through this case.

“It’s the misogynistic assholes I work with. Why do so many cops have to be such sexist pricks? I worked my ass off at vice — more than most of my colleagues if I’m being honest. And now that I’m where I want to be, I still have to put up with this shit.”

“What happened?”

“I got this case today, like I said. A big one. High profile. Lots of eyes on this one.”

“And?”

“You saw the news about Lily Paradise, Willa Francois and Jasmine Romano?”

“Of course, who hasn’t? Their murders are all over the news. Wait, that’s what you’re investigating?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “It’s not as great as it sounds.”

“If you solve these murders, you could finally make detective, Kaylee.”

“I know! The fucked up thing is what they’re making me do to work on the case.”

“Okay…?” She looked at me questioningly.

I rolled my eyes. “Have you heard of the Hush Hush Club?”

“Totally,” she said, with a dismissive wave. “I just went there on a date last month. It’s not as great as everyone says. I think it’s owned by some Hollywood stars or something, but I’m not sure who.”

“The victims’ only connection is the club. They want to send me in undercover to work there, see what I can find out.”

“Oooh, fun!”

“No, not fun!” I protested. “They’re only doing it because I’m a woman. And the guys at the precinct are eating it up. They put a fucking vibrator and some stripper panties in my locker today!”

“Assholes,” she muttered.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I’m used to their shit, though. But how am I going to get a job there? Look at me!”

“What’s the problem?” she said, wrinkling a brow as she raked a gaze over my blanket covered body.

“I’ve been reading the file and doing my own research. Rumors are swirling about that place. Some people swear there’s a secret sex club there, lots of talk of orgies and masked sex parties. Is there something more sinister going on? We don’t know yet. After months of having an open investigation, the team working the case — all men by the way — still hasn’t gotten very far and the murders keep happening. That’s where I come in, I guess. Strictly because I have a pussy. It’s humiliating.”

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