39 × Baby, Don't Panic

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Ammo? Don't aim for the head or torso? Ankles and hands first?

What in the...

Was it a joke? Was her boss rehearsing some lines from a script? Reading them out loud for fun? Or he could be talking to someone on the phone.

"Maybe. Maybe not..." Jessi sat still on the cold floor and leaned against the door, imagining the more believable scenarios.

Maybe she just wasn't used to it but Jenson kept getting phone calls in the middle of the night lately. It didn't sound like he was talking to Charmaine, though.

Must be Darren. Or Magnus—Jenson's mysterious boss and uncle. Apparently one of the head honchos. One of those rich executives who invested millions in Hollywood movies and TV shows they deemed would be a big hit.

All she knew about the man was that he was a Californian businessman with the same last name as Jenson. His real surname. Therefore, Magnus could be the brother of Jenson's father. Also Italian by birth?

"His dad died in prison years ago. Mob boss tyin' up loose end