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Jessica was 42. Married once. No kids. Her hobbies? Singing, cooking, yoga, gymnastics, hiking, martial arts and snowboarding.

She'd been living there for almost an year now. The building, as he could have guessed it, was haunted. A woman had been murdered in the apartment opposite his. Nobody lived in the building longer than a month tops. The agency got whiff of the rumors of the haunted building and saw an opportunity. This was now the base of tagging operations and radar systems, as well as a layover for those who needed discretion. Or a vacation.

Several people had been enticed by the “sit-on-your-ass-all-day-and-do-nothing” opportunity. As soon as they heard the screams, everyone wanted out.

She was lonely. And she needed a break. Yet there was no one to hand over the reigns to. But she'd heard stories about some guy who'd been out of the business for a while, and he'd come with a lot of recommendations, specifically from those who'd seen him at work. She pulled some strings, made some requests, and here he was.

And now, all she could do is pray and hope that he stayed. Because if he left, then she'd be out of options.