Nancy had seen him before. Many times before, in fact she saw him nearly every night. Jeff was a maintenance man at the assisted living center where Nancy worked nights as a nurse. He was generally there to be available in the building for any issues that came up at night. Usually just unclogging toilets or changing lightbulbs. The people living in the center were filthy rich and demanded that someone be there at night so that their needs never went unmet. He wasn’t conventionally handsome. He was just under six feet tall. His arms and chest were muscular. His brown curly hair was a little longer than most men wore but it was combed back neatly. His face was round and he wore a day old beard. He was quiet but always pleasant with Nancy. Usually just a smile or a wave as they passed each other in the hallway. Nancy hadn’t paid much attention to him before, however, since she caught her boyfriend in bed with a barmaid, she found herself looking a little more at Jeff.