I was wearing a dead woman's blazer when I walked into Damaris Industries for the first time.Not that anyone could tell just by looking, but I knew. Mrs. Chen from 4B had died three months ago and her daughter sold her clothes at the building's yard sale for two dollars a piece. The blazer was too big in the shoulders and smelled like mothballs no matter how many times I washed it, but it was the only professional thing I owned that didn't have stains.

The building was so tall I couldn't see ...