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Tamara was alone in the agency, finishing up a report for a corporate client, when the man with the gun walked in. She heard him enter the outer room but she was so absorbed in the report that it was not until she heard the sound of unfamiliar footsteps on the uncarpeted hardwood floor that she looked up from her computer. Her office door was open and she saw him glancing around as he crossed the room, his shoes making wet squishy sounds as if he’d been slogging through rain puddles on his way here. He was no one she’d