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Irene had just returned to London after she’d dedicated years to rebuilding her protection. She had a few more steps to take before she could live comfortably, and one of them was to find new clients.

Her eyes flickered over the various individuals in the streets before settling on one. Making eye contact with them, she smirked.

Molly was on her way home from work when she caught the eye of a familiar person off to her side. On closer inspection, she couldn’t help but to freeze at the sight of the person who was standing not to far from her.

She’d never met this woman when she had been alive, but here she was standing only a few metres from her and clearly very much alive. When she saw the smirk on the supposed dead woman’s face, Molly turned to looked behind herself as if she was sure there would be someone else there looking at the woman.

“Me?” she mouthed silently, trying to work out if she really was imaging things or not.