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She went up to get a few photographs of the house. She was busy snapping away when the door opened and a figure appeared in the doorway.

"Can I help you?" asked the figure in a decidely male voice.

She jumped, startled. Max had said that the house was empty. "No. I was just taking some pictures for the news article..."

The figure came out of the shadows of the house and into view. Before her stood a tall man, probably in his early twenties, with black hair. "Well, I'd appreciate it if you would just go away. It's not like I need anymore to worry about right now."

"Okay," she said. She didn't want any trouble on her part. One more screw up and Jack would have her head hung on his office wall.

She turned and went back to her rental car. She set her bag down in the backseat and slid into the driver's seat. She stuck her keys in the ignition. She gave one last look at the house. The man was still standing on the porch watching her. She was sure that he wasn't going to leave until she had gone.

She opened the door to the cozy, little diner that had "Suzy's" hung in the window in pink neon lights. She spotted Max in the far corner and joined him.

"Max, I thought you said that no one was going to be home," she said angrily in a low voice. "You already know that Jack will fire me. He's just waiting for an opportunity."

Max shrugged. "Hey, it was empty. I don't know what happened, Sam. Nobody's going to tell Jack anything anyway."

A waitress, smiling flirtatiously at Max, appeared beside their table. "Anything else I could get you, honey?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact there is..."

Sam took the opportunity to leave. If she would have stayed, she probably would have gagged at Max's pathetic pick-up lines. Even more pathetic was that Kelly, the waitress, would probably fall for it. Of course, it didn't hurt Max's chances that he had sandy blond hair, light blue eyes, and a nice build--not that Sam knew firsthand. She liked to focus on taking pictures, not her co-worker.

She drove back to the motel that she was staying in until she left late tomorrow morning. Entering the room, she placed her bag next to the dresser and sat down on the bed. She was incredibly tired, having helped Max revise his article most of the night. She laid back on the bed, promising herself that she'd just rest her eyes for a few moments, and then get right back to work.