Rebma Confidential: The Simple Act of Murder
I didn't believe her. Sure she seemed like a classy dame, with polished scales and nice long fins, but you work in the Undertow a while and you learn. Anybody who walks around this neighborhood looking that fancy has a few bones hidden somewhere. Yeah, she was hiding something but I believed her money. When the customer is willing to shell out that many clams, you know better than to ask too many questions.