My snobby son-in-law trashed my handmade quilt and called me a “broke lunch lady”…

named Catherine Voss. She was a former forensic accountant who had pivoted into high-stakes private investigation. She looked to be in her mid-fifties, with razor-sharp eyes and absolutely no patience for small talk. Arthur had utilized her particular set of skills on three previous cases, all of which had resulted in quiet, devastating successes.

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