Deadly Affairs

Chapter 1

Vivian Chase had a knack for spotting cheaters. It was part of her job as a private investigator. Tonight, she was watching a man named Mr. Brentley sneak into a jazz club downtown. He was trying to keep a low profile, but wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses at night? Not exactly subtle.

Leaning against her car, Vivian lifted her camera and took a few pictures as he entered through a side door. His wife had hired her to follow him, and now Vivian had the proof she needed. She sighed, tossing the camera onto the passenger seat of her old Mustang. This wasn't the most thrilling case, but it would pay the bills.

Just as she was about to get in her car, her phone buzzed. She glanced down: Private Caller. She hesitated but answered anyway.

"Vivian Chase speaking," she said, trying to sound professional.

A smooth, low voice replied. "Ms. Chase, I believe we have a mutual friend. Mr. Brentley."

Vivian straightened, feeling a slight chill. "Who is this?"

"Someone who would rather stay anonymous for now," the man replied. "But I have an offer that could be... profitable for you."

Vivian's curiosity flared, but so did her caution. She'd had strange calls before, and she wasn't easily baited. "Sorry, I don't work with people who won't give me their name."

The man chuckled softly. "You're as sharp as they say. Meet me at the Plaza Hotel bar tomorrow night, eight o'clock. We can talk in person."

Vivian hesitated. This sounded risky, but also intriguing. She wasn't one to back down from a mystery. "Fine. But if you're wasting my time, you'll regret it."

"I wouldn't dream of it, Ms. Chase," he replied smoothly. "See you tomorrow."

The call ended. Vivian stared at her phone, her mind buzzing with questions. She had no idea what she was stepping into, but she felt that thrill—the one that always came before a big, messy case.

The Next Evening

At 7:55 PM, Vivian walked into the bar at the Plaza Hotel. The place was dimly lit and filled with velvet couches and dark wood. Her leather jacket and jeans felt a bit out of place among the fancy suits and cocktail dresses, but she shrugged it off.

She scanned the room and spotted a man sitting alone at the bar. He was tall, with dark hair and a confident, relaxed air. He looked up, catching her gaze, and gestured for her to join him.

Vivian walked over and took a seat. "So, you're the mystery man?"

He gave a slight smile. "You must be Vivian Chase. I've heard a lot about you."

"Funny. I haven't heard a thing about you," she replied. "Got a name?"

"Liam Blackwell," he said smoothly. "Let's just say I know people. People like Mr. Brentley."

Vivian raised an eyebrow. "Care to explain?"

Liam leaned in slightly. "Mr. Brentley has been causing problems. I think a smart investigator like you could help me... keep things quiet."

Vivian's suspicion deepened. "Are you saying you want me to cover up his secrets?"

"Exactly," he said, his tone almost playful. "And I'd be willing to make it worth your while."

Vivian studied him carefully. She'd dealt with dangerous men before, but Liam seemed different. He was charming, sure, but there was something darker in his eyes, something he wasn't saying.

"Alright, Mr. Blackwell," she said finally. "I'll hear you out. But don't think you can play me. Got it?"

Liam's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I wouldn't dare. I'm simply suggesting a... partnership."

Vivian crossed her arms. "Then here's to our partnership," she said, her voice edged with sarcasm. "Let's see if it doesn't blow up in your face."

They held each other's gaze, a silent challenge passing between them. She felt a strange mix of attraction and distrust. Whatever secrets Liam was hiding, one thing was clear: this was going to be one wild ride.