Vanessa’s POV
"Are you guys fools?" I slammed my palm on the table so hard the cheap coffee cups rattled. "What do you mean you have NOTHING on her? Search something, dig deeper, check old records! She cannot be Mother Teresa reincarnated!"
The private investigator, a weaselly man named Marcus who'd come highly recommended, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. We were meeting in a dingy office space Fred had rented under a fake name, the kind of place where people conducted business they didn't want traced back to them.
"I'm sorry, Miss, but I tried everything. She's too clean. Almost impossibly clean." He pushed a thick folder across the table toward me. "I've been in this business for fifteen years, and I've never seen someone with this much money have such a spotless record."
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