The Cleaner's Weakness

VANESSA

I sat in the cramped office across from Flint, my private investigator. His dingy suit hung awkwardly off his wiry frame, his face as unreadable as ever. Flint wasn’t the friendliest man, nor the most polished, but he had a knack for digging up secrets people wanted to stay buried. That’s why I hired him—and paid him well.

He tapped the thick file that now sat on his desk, pushing it towar