I cleaned that house for two years and never once met the owner. So when I finally got into his marble tub, nobody was supposed to come home. He did — and he thought I was the woman he'd hired for the night. He offered ten thousand dollars, which is exactly what I needed, and I said yes with my own mouth. The problem? A man was shot across town at 10:40 that night, and I'm the only person alive who knows that house was empty.