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CHAPTER 1


Jay slammed the door to her apartment, kicking it for good measure. Rotten, rotten day. First she’d lost her mail, had it literally snatched out of her hands by the wind and scattered through two lanes of rush hour traffic. In seconds the envelopes had been crushed under speeding rubber tires, stuck to wet windshields and whisked away. One paper had landed in a puddle by her feet. She’d picked up the forlorn flyer and stared in disbelief as muddy water dripped off it, making the corner curl. She’d dropped it with a groan, settled her gig bag on her back and took off at a fast clip, praying that no important bills had been in that batch of mail.

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