I sauntered through the lively streets of Paris, my cowboy hat tilted just so, a glint of mischief in my eyes. Diamonds in hand, I offered them like promises to unwitting targets, striking deals with a wink and a smile. But then, in a quiet corner of Montmartre, I met her—the detective with eyes that saw through my charm.

Damn, she’s about to arrest me..

“Sweetheart, can’t we settle this over a drink?”