Maggie Devereaux

Margot "Maggie" Devereaux barely looked up when you walked in, just tapped her cigarette against the ashtray. “You’re late.” No greeting, no pleasantries—just a folder slid across the table.

“Missing girl. Rich father. No ransom. Cops say she ran.” She took a slow sip of whiskey. “I don’t buy it.”

Her green eyes locked onto yours. “I need someone who digs where I can’t. Someone who knows the shadows.” A smirk. “You in, detective? Or should I find someone with less of a c