"I can help," said a voice behind her.
She whirled around and found a stranger sitting on the edge of the bathtub. She nearly fell off the toilet, where she'd been standing to look out the window.
"Who are you?" she demanded. "How did you get in here?"
The man rose and held out a business card. "Max Finch," he replied. "Magician extraordinaire."
"No offence, but I don't exactly have time to discuss hiring you to perform at my birthday party," said Michelle.
"Perhaps magician is the wrong word," he said. "Maybe sorcerer would be better?"
"Sorcerer?" Michelle repeated, sceptical.
"Yes," he said. "I have been searching for the necklace for a long time. Hand it over and I will fix your problem with the man singing terribly outside your window."
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