WIP: you shall love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart
Darcy Lewis ran a very lucrative operation - and was great eye candy, to boot.
It was a rather neat little set up, and she was rather proud of it. She provided proof - whether or not it was factual - to those who needed it, for a tidy little sum. No questions asked, no pleasantries exchanged. You simply walked into the bar where she worked, ordered a certain drink, and got a little something extra on the side.
Sure, it wasn’t the most legal of professions….but since when did rules stop Darcy Lewis from doing anything?