Elevator Pitch. Linwood Barclay

Elevator Pitch - Linwood  Barclay


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       Wednesday

       Thirty-Five

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       Thursday

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       Seventy

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       Friday

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       Acknowledgments

       About the Publisher

MONDAY

      Stuart Bland figured if he posted himself close to the elevators, there was no way he could miss Sherry D’Agostino.

      He knew she arrived at the offices of Cromwell Entertainment, which were on the thirty-third floor of the Lansing Tower, on Third between Fifty-Ninth and Sixtieth, every morning between 8:30 and 8:45. A car was sent to her Brooklyn Heights address each day to bring her here. No taxi or subway for Sherry D’Agostino, Cromwell’s vice president of creative.

      Stuart glanced about nervously. A FedEx ID tag he’d swiped a couple of years ago when he worked at a dry cleaner got him past security. That, and the FedEx cardboard envelope he


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