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Chapters (80)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by Melissa Hill and published by HQ:
  4. Note to Readers
  5. Dedication
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Chapter 49
  55. Chapter 50
  56. Chapter 51
  57. Chapter 52
  58. Chapter 53
  59. Chapter 54
  60. Chapter 55
  61. Chapter 56
  62. Chapter 57
  63. Chapter 58
  64. Chapter 59
  65. Chapter 60
  66. Chapter 61
  67. Chapter 62
  68. Chapter 63
  69. Chapter 64
  70. Chapter 65
  71. Chapter 66
  72. Chapter 67
  73. Chapter 68
  74. Chapter 69
  75. Chapter 70
  76. Chapter 71
  77. Keep Reading
  78. Prologue
  79. Chapter 1
  80. About the Publisher

Nah, she thought then. Better not to address him by his first name. Too familiar and potentially inflammatory. He’d only ever referred to her as P-2 … evidently considering her just a number as opposed to an actual person, so she’d play by the same rules. And she shouldn’t apologize off the bat either for something she wasn’t guilty of. It was one thing being diplomatic, but she wasn’t going to kowtow to him either.

Tearing up the note she’d already begun, she started over.

Dear P-1,

About the noise earlier, I can assure you I wasn’t having a party or anything like that. It was just the media system and maybe you won’t believe this, but the apartment has a motion-activated system and I’m still trying to get a handle on it. I think there might be a glitch or something, because it’s been coming on erratically in rooms I don’t even go into.

She thought about the stray cat on Courtney’s bed that time and once again decided not to mention that little tidbit. Since the building was pet-free, the cranky old guy would not look kindly upon the presence of her feline friend. Nor keep it a secret from the building super or fellow residents, especially if they could use it as further ammunition in their complaint.

Unless the cat happened to be Ed’s?

Unlikely if he was such a stickler for the rules though. Yet in her experience, many people – often rich ones from a certain generation – tended to believe that rules applied to everyone else but themselves. Hannah bit the end of the pen, trying to decide whether to mention an animal’s potential role in the ruckus. Nah, probably safer to wait until she knew the guy a little better.

Assuming that ever happened.

Since I was working all day and only just got home, I’m guessing that a spider, dust bunny or something small – a flying insect maybe – could’ve set off the motion sensors and switched on the TV or music system. Again, I can assure you that there was no raging party and I’m the only one here. Unless this place has a ghost I don’t know about …

A little humour always went a long way. But now to butter him up a little.

I completely appreciate that peace and quiet is important to you and all the residents in this building – it is to me too. I am a great fan of keeping things on an even keel. A huge part of my job is about doing exactly that, ensuring smooth sailing at all times, with no feathers ruffled. A sense of equilibrium is paramount.