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Anyway, I needed to support myself, so I went back to school and learned some skills for real life, as opposed to the twisted fairy tale I’d been living. Then I answered an ad in the paper for someone with computer skills, which turned out to be for a private eye agency, doing skip traces and background checks. When my boss learned that I also possessed a whole slew of Boca Babe skills, he sent me out on cases as a decoy, enticing cheating husbands into making a pass, then getting the whole thing on tape. It was pretty sleazy, but it gave me a start in the business. A year or so later I was able to get my own license and open my own agency, ScamBusters. And I set out to expose the seamy underbelly of Boca.

I’ve been in business a little over a year now, and let me tell you, it’s booming. Boca has scams aplenty. This is South Florida, after all. You didn’t think all that crisp new money floating around here was earned by honest hard work, did you? Insurance scams, investment scams, immigration scams – you name it, we’ve got it.

But the last thing I expected that February day when the Contessa von Phul walked into my office was a murder case. I guess even I hadn’t known just how ugly things could get in beautiful Boca Raton.

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