Holly Day oozed out of the shadows; her scarlet stiletto-capped legs almost reached the bald man’s ears. The former Mrs. Felonious Monk had curves like a rollercoaster. Unfortunately, tickets weren’t required and Monk could tell by the way the bondsman ogled her there wasn’t a height requirement either. She licked her lips and flashed Felonious a wicked smile. “Hello, love. Come now, don’t pout. Being life’s bitch has left you ugly enough.”