Same story, different day.
That seems to be the theme of my life.
My new job with Cerberus is no different than the one I left before working for ICE.
People always blur together, nothing special about any of them.
Of course, my luck runs out when I’m assigned to an establishment that caters to peoples’ deepest fantasies.
There should be nothing special about the woman. Her lack of clothes is no different than most of the other people there.
Her eyes following me isn’t new. People tend to look in my direction when I walk into a room.
Yet, I find myself incapable of looking away from her.
I never expected the woman strapped to the cross to also be the children’s counselor who shows up to help a teammate’s son.
It would be my luck that the one woman who made me look twice is also off-limits.
