7 Chapter 7

Shutting off the TV, he went to bed, his thoughts whirling. His sleep was plagued with nightmares about the murder he’d witnessed. By the time morning arrived, he felt as if he’d barely slept at all—and looked as if he hadn’t if his reflection in the mirror was any indication. A hot shower, followed by a cold one, helped some and by the time he went upstairs to the agency he felt and looked almost normal.

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“Mr. Rigby is here for his interview,” Nina said, coming into Kip’s office ten minutes after they opened. “He’s kind of cute.”

“Nina. Honestly.” He shook his head.

“Yep, honestly,” she replied with a grin, handing Kip the man’s résumé.

“Give me five minutes to look at this again then bring him in, please.”