The Vegas Strip by Britt Jones

My name is Diego. I’ve done a lot of things in my life. Some good, some bad. Right now, I’m trying to find a missing woman for a friend. I found one. But not the one I’m after. This one is mine.
This one is pretending to be something she’s not. How do I know? I trained her when she was a police cadet. Now she’s sporting very few clothes and pretending to be a dancer and dealer at the club I’m investigating. The man with his hand on her hip is bad news.

I can be worse.