Jacob spotted Nicholas Dwight, his new head of Division, just as the metal grille on the lift clanged shut. He rushed into the next lift with a crush of workers, but by the time he reached Level Five, only he was left.

Pushing through the door to his Division, Jacob noticed Mr. Dwight seated at his new desk, the one that had, in recent days, belonged to Ms. Murdoch. Jacob gulped a little, not sure how he'd like sitting in a dead woman's desk. Even though Ms. Murdoch would probably have shown up as a ghost before now if she had chosen to go that path, Jacob couldn't help but feel that her suspicious death may have inspired a haunting.

Slowly, Jacob approached the other man; no one else seemed to be around. Nicholas Dwight looked younger than Jacob's thirty, had much darker, curlier hair than Jacob's sandy waves, and a rich dark brown gaze very unlike Jacob's blue eyes. Despite his youth and soft appearance, Jacob reminded himself that there was a reason Ms. Bass had chosen Dwight for this job.

"Hello," Jacob said pleasantly. "My name's Jacob Webster." He held out a hand for the younger man to shake, but the gesture was somehow informal and very friendly. "I can't wait to be working with you on this project that we have."