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minute later. Chances were most of the offices up here were interconnected, and walking through them to get to your destination was common. Nothing weird or suspicious.
    Aiden and Miranda stopped in front of his office. As they turned and walked in, her gaze finally flickered to me. It wasn't long enough to read. She had to wonder who I was. Did she think I was Aiden's girlfriend? Probably not. His co-workers most likely knew about his wife. Maybe he even told her he wasn't dating.
    Wait, how did she know Aiden and I were in the DA's office? Had she heard us from the hallway? Or had she heard us from inside the office, quickly slipping Rocky out the side door as someone entered?
    There were too many unanswered questions, and I clearly wasn't getting those answers tonight.
    I headed to the elevator.
    Maybe I was seeing more than what actually existed. Yes, Rocky definitely was in here, but maybe he was simply involved with one of the secretaries.
    The doors whooshed open, and I stepped onto the elevator. Nah, I didn't believe that. Brady's girlfriend was telling the truth. Someone in this office was taking bribes.
    I pressed the L button.
    And I'd be more than happy to learn it was Miranda Valens.
     

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    The next morning in the office, Maya handed me my usual highly caffeinated, highly sweetened beverage, and I handed her a sticky note with Miranda's name written on it. "Can you please find me everything you can on her?"
    Maya glanced at the neon pink square. "Sure. Is she a new Livingston girlfriend?"
    "No. It's another case."
    She frowned. I knew she hated it when I kept secrets as much as when I rifled through her uber organized drawers for a pen.
    "Remember Jack Brady?" I relented.
    Maya whistled. "Who could forget? Built like a brick wall and almost killed you from the backseat of your car."
    Technically he was only trying to scare me. Which I refused to admit he had succeeded in doing. "His girlfriend told me there's corruption in the DA's office."
    Maya shot me a knowing look then waved the sticky note, "And this woman is behind it?"
    I wished. "Not sure yet. Need the intel."
    "You got it." She turned to her keyboard and began typing.
    "Oh, can you also find out the real name of a drug dealer called Rocky?"
    Maya raised her perfectly waxed brows but this time simply nodded and jotted down a note on a pad of paper.
    Caleigh stepped from her office. "Ready to go meet girlfriend number one, boss?"
    "Let's go."
     
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    Half an hour later Caleigh and I were in West Hollywood at a place called Starlight. It was some night club I'd only heard of in passing. Supposedly they had live entertainment and killer mojitos. I parked in the back, and we walked around the dark blue building to ornate double doors.
    Inside the overhead lights were turned up brighter than they'd ever be during business hours. A full stage lined most of the far wall, with a bar to our left and tables everywhere else. It had 'jazz club' written all over it, with teak hardwood floors and mahogany tables.
    We walked down two steps and steered our way toward the bartender, who had his back to us, wiping glasses with a towel. Another man was on stage strumming a guitar, and one more wiped down the tables.
    "Hi," I shouted over the beginning chords of a song.
    The bartender flinched then turned. "Sorry, we're closed."
    "I know. I'm looking for someone. Melanie Anderson."
    The bartender visually checked us out. He may have lingered on Caleigh longer than necessary. I guessed we passed his little inspection because he pointed to the stage.
    I glanced over and did a double take. A woman with curves in all the right places had stepped onto it. She walked to the standing microphone. "One, two, testing."
    That was one of Stuart's girlfriends? She could not have been more opposite to his wife.
    "Mind if we wait?" I asked the bartender.
    He waved a hand to the tables. "Pick a seat."
    Melanie opened her mouth, and a syrupy voice, thick and