Read an Excerpt from Karen Chance's Midnight's Daughter
Chapter One
My least favorite dead guy had his feet up on my desk. I hate that. His boots were probably cleaner than my blotter, but still. It showed a lack of respect.
I pushed the offending size tens onto the floor and scowled. "Whatever it is, the answer's no."
"Okay, Dory. Your call." Kyle was looking amiable—never a good sign. "I should've known you wouldn't care what happened to Claire. After all, there's not likely to be any money in it"—he paused to glance around my rat-hole of an office— "and you don't appear to be in a position to do anything gratis."
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