“The minute I saw you waltz in here I knew you were trouble.”

“Just the kind of trouble you need,” purrs Kitty Le BoomBoom. “My old man somehow got the idea that I’m friendly with the pool boy and now he wants us to be splitsville–but if he has a convenient mishap first, I’m still tops in the will. Whaddaya say, gumshoe? Sixty-forty on a million clams?”

“Fifty-forty,” growls Dammet, “and ten points sends your pool boy to Acapulco.”

“Deal,” grins Kitty.

It’s totally cool! Nothing bad happens!

They just get rich and have sex all the time!