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Angela Howard… "What, you can't be serious, Mark?" But he was, and on top of that, he gave me a time limit. I was all for deadlines, but how on earth would I accomplish everything he asked of me so quickly?

"Peter, you're coming with me. You have the best photography skills in the business, and I'm sure you know your way around the vagrants."

"What's that supposed to mean, Angela?"

"I wasn't trying to be callous. I need your help. My editor wants me to find a man or a woman who's been living in the streets and turn them into a rock star. Not literally, but….you know what I mean.

"Know, no, I don't. But it sounds like a blast. How long do we have?"

I stared at Peter, "It won't be long enough. But if I don't do as he asked, I'm out of a job. Come on; lunch is on me."

John Smith … Just like that, the answer I was looking for fell into my lap. Her name was Angela Howard, and she was a reporter.

"And why would you do all this for me? I'll go along with your story, but you must also agree to my terms. Do we have a deal?"

I had a chance to get my life back. Would it be worth the humiliation this woman and her reporter were determined to put me through?

"Don't forget, you must do whatever I ask, or the agreement we made is off."

Follow their story as they leave the harsh world of the homeless and plunge feet first into the world of high finance, crime, and human trafficking.