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Loving her was like breathing air—it was hard to live without. Journey Smith was quiet and guarded, and above all else, beautiful. When we were alone, I grew to know the girl behind the stormy eyes. Her hesitant touches and hidden smiles were reserved for me, but now they're gone. Stolen moments of happiness were replaced with sharp barbs and fiery glares concealing her fear. Our past was written in the stone of St. Mary’s—a past that I was not willing to repeat. But what I assumed to be the truth was nothing more than a fabrication of such.

Five years ago, I disappeared from the life I had and built this one. I spend my days and most of my nights on the line, helping my clients achieve their goals. They call me when they are in a jam or are getting ready to move on a target. I'm their information specialist. The woman in the chair. I'm their switchboard. Intelligence, electronic eyes, computer hacking—I do it all. My singular goal is to bring my clients home safely. Some clients are more special than others. We all play favorites. I know them, they've never seen me.

Ernie the information retriever sits in his office cubicle on the 50th floor of the FHQ building by day, and goes home to his wife and children in his apartment on the 25th floor at night. Sometimes, he sits alone in the dark movie theater on the 100th floor. In his heart, he wants something different, but he does not know what that difference would be. He just knows what he is presently experiencing is not it, and that knowledge fills him with shame and guilt. It is a no-win situation. Or is it?