Mrs Riley's POV.

I stared at my laptop screen, watching the cursor blink against the white background. My list of Raphael's sins stared back at me, but it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.

Blackmail.

The word hung in my mind like a promise. Yes, blackmail. Why not? I'd played by the rules for twenty years and where had it gotten me? Nowhere. It was time to fight dirty.

I took another sip of scotch, enjoying the burn as it slid down my throat. Gathering dirt on Raphael wouldn't be hard. ...