Chapter 4

It would be two weeks of his life. And it was important. The trainees would benefit from his expertise. He was there to share his experiences without sugarcoating them. When he was done, he hoped at least some of the ghostwalkers would understand how important their job was. And he really hoped what he said would help at least some of them do those jobs safely and effectively.

That made it worth it.2

It took Jameson a couple of minutes to realize the room had fallen silent. Between one person and the next, he’d tuned out the talking. It wasn’t his fault, exactly. He’d never had the best attention span to begin with, and the morning’s speaker was still occupying his thoughts. Ever since Avery Wagner stood up in front of the room, he’d consumed Jameson’s full attention.

But the silence clued him in that he’d spaced, so he sat up straighter and looked around. Nine gazes were fixed solely on him. Okay, then. He cleared his throat.

“My turn?”