Money Shots

"Can you confirm? That's your, um, uh, rear end?"

"It is," I replied confidently.

The lead detective, a balding white guy in his forties, was having trouble choosing his words. And using them. Not so his partner, a black woman in her early thirties with a gymnast's build sitting on the very edge of my couch.

"How can you tell?" she asked.

I laughed-involuntarily. "Well...I've seen it before, many times. It's mine. Besides, those are def

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