They exist in every big city and small town. They are scattered across the world. Always small. Always inviting. Always friendly. Shopfronts with handwritten signs in the windows, shelves stacked with baubles and cheap antiques. Little treasures. Precious things. The places that most walk by without a second look. They open. They close. They move in the night. These are the rules. Jamie Christop is a professional. He's a man without a past or future. During the day, he goes unnoticed, a face that fades into the crowd. At night, he's a veteran of a thousand bars, parking lot fights, and one night stands. He's the empty corner table, the sucker punch in the dark, the shadow that slips away. He is perfect for the job. He does not ask questions. He loves his work. Jamie disappears for a living. He is a mover.