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elastic? The good white one: the only one that managed to keep her hair in a ponytail all day. Sarah scrabbled through all the junk in the top drawer of her bedroom dresser to find the darn thing so she could finish getting ready for work. Being late on her tenth day of work, not that she was counting, would be really lousy.
    Oh, there! Found it. She grabbed the elastic and finger-combed her stubborn golden-brown hair into a ponytail. She stood in front of the mirror and held her hair up in one hand, the elastic in the other. She realized for the umpteenth time how the ponytail made her look at least five years younger.
    She changed her facial expression to a stern, no-nonsense glare. Well, at least her pants suit helped her look like she meant business.
    A knock at the door interrupted her inner musings, and she let her hair fall back down around her shoulders with a sigh.
    “Just a sec,” she called. She walked to the door of her apartment and opened it.
    A handsome young man dressed in work overalls stood waiting, holding a black duffle bag. He was about six feet tall, with light brown hair, and brilliant blue eyes. Early twenties she’d guess, maybe younger. His mouth dropped open slightly as he took her in from head to toe .
    A woman? You idiot! Of course, cops can be women. And really freaking gorgeous!
    Sarah’s mouth twitched. After a lifetime of hearing all kinds of thoughts that she wasn’t meant to, it was easy to disguise her telepathy. She knew she was a freak of nature. No need for anyone else to know.
    “Can I help you?” she asked.
    The young man wiped his face with one hand and cleared his throat before replying. “Uh, yeah. I mean, yes! Yes, I’m here to install an upgrade for your ventilation system.” He gave her a faltering grin.
    “Sorry, I’m not interested. Thanks any–”
    “No, wait . . . wait!” he said, taking a breath. “It’s a standard upgrade we’re installing in every unit of the buil ding. You don’t have to pay for it or anything. It’ll only take three or four minutes to do, tops.”
    Relaxing, Sarah stepped back and held the door open further. “Okay, Mike. I’m going to hold you to your three or four minutes though because I have to go to work.”
    “Mike?” the man asked in surprise.
    “That’s what it says,” Sarah replied, pointing to his chest.
    “Oh,” he said, after a quick glance down at the name patch on the front of his overalls. “These aren’t mine . . . I just borrowed them for today. My name’s Reed.”
    “Ah, I see,” she said.
    She watched him brush past her and march across her living room, skirting the modern black coffee table between the matching black leather couches. He dropped his duffle bag on the floor near the wall under the window. Then he crouched down, unzipped the bag and pulled out a screwdriver.
    Satisfied he didn’t need any further assistance, she went to stand in front of the mirror on the other side of the room, next to the entrance of her small kitchen. After raking her hair back into a ponytail once again, she secured the elastic and pulled it tight. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Reed watching her.
    Idiot! she heard him think when he turned away. She didn’t bother suppressing her smile. While she tried not to read people’s thoughts on purpose, to respect their privacy, sometimes she couldn’t help ‘overhearing’ things.
    Her hair done, she finished her preparations slipping her sidearm into the holster hidden under her suit jacket. She strolled over and leaned on the side of her couch, the leather squeaking beneath her. Reed froze.
    He looked up at her. “Uh . . . you can continue getting ready or whatever . . . don’t worry about me,” he said.
    Sarah shrugged. “I’m done. I figured that maybe I’d learn a thing or two from you about ventilation systems. Honestly, I’m a little curious to know how you upgrade it by installing something behind the vent. Can I see that device?” She held her