Emma Vardaman: Insurance Private Eye Full Novel — Aaron Solomon

Well, well. The famous goddess, Sekhmet, I presume. The limey wolf bitch, Cynthia Truston spat at me, in greeting. What brings you all the way down here, little kitty?You can't bullshit me for a second, Truston! I snarled. You know damn well why I'm here. You've committed heinous crimes against the city and its animals; one of which, including my family. Remember that, sunshine?!Your family...? She pondered. Ooo. Yes, I remember...That expression on your muzzle is just the very one your mother had before she burned alive.You insolete f***! I growled, immediately charging toward her with a usual one two punch combo; before she suddenly grabbed my fist and countered with a mighty strong belt of her own.Shit, is that seriously all you got? I taunted.Yes. Emma quickly chimed in from behind. This is exactly why we have a thing called backup.