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some sage advice.  
    “ I know you
miss him, ” she
said.   “ We all do, really, but not like you.   So here ’ s what you ’ re
going to find out this week when you work on your book with Iris.   Our work saves us.   It always does.   Remember that — our work saves us.   You ’ ll see.   Work is what got me through my divorce from Charles.   If I didn ’ t have the insanity of Jennifer to deal with when I was
going through that divorce, I would have gone mad.   Seriously — that girl put me through my paces as much as I
put her through hers.   If you bury
yourself in your work — which
Iris is going to make you do anyway — the
time will pass faster. ”   Then, she ’ d lifted her martini and held it up to me.   “ Now,
cheers to your success, my dear.   And well done on the movie option.   It ’ s well
earned. ”
    As usual, Blackwell was right — the
sheer attention I had to place on my book kept me distracted all day and left
me so tired in the evening that I collapsed into my bed each night.   Iris Masterson was indeed a workhorse,
but since I also was, we got along famously.   Each morning after I spoke with Tank,
Iris and I would riff on whatever set of chapters I was working on.   Then, I was set free to have at those
chapters for the rest of the day.  
    And what a difference Iris had made to my book.   Her observations and suggestions were
spot-on.   With each rewritten
chapter I delivered to her, I could feel her excitement growing along with
mine.   With her help, my book was
getting better.   She was exactly the
right person to edit my work, not only because she understood what I was trying
to accomplish by turning the genre on its side, but also because she identified
its weaknesses and walked me through them.   I knew for certain that once we were finished — which would be in just a matter of days at the
rate we were going — that
I ’ d have a book that
I would be proud of.  
    And so now, after every rotten thing that had brought me to Iris, I
could easily say today that the lot of it had been worth it.

 
 
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    Later that night, when the evening was deep and my eyes were weary from
staring at my computer screen, I started to fade.  
    Tank and I had talked earlier.   Things seemed to be going well in Singapore for Jennifer and Alex.   But God, I missed him as much as he said
he missed me.   When we got off the
phone, I was so depressed that I just wanted to go to bed and recharge myself
for the next day.   But there still
was work to be done.   Iris expected
a fresh chapter by morning, and I hadn ’ t
finished it, so I decided to give myself another hour or so of editing and
rewriting before going to bed.  
    I was thinking about how to change a section of the book that Iris had
identified as perhaps the novel ’ s
most problematic scene — and
I agreed — when I
heard a click coming from somewhere in the penthouse.
    Or at least what sounded like a click.
    I stopped for a moment, turned toward my open bedroom door, and listened
into the stillness, which was interrupted only by the dim sound of traffic
moving far below me on Fifth.  
    Had I imagined something?   It
sounded as if the front door had clicked shut, but that was impossible.   Cutter was downstairs keeping watch over
me, as he and his men had for over a week.   And then there was the key card needed to access the apartment.   If you didn ’ t have it, this place was so secure that nobody could
get in.
    So I shook the thought and went back to work, only to hear the
unmistakable sound of a footstep a moment later.   It was enough to make my heart
quicken.   Immediately my mind
flashed to Kevin, whom I had described in detail to Cutter and his men several
days ago, so that they were then able to use my description along with the
photo Katie had sent to create an accurate composite of him.
    What if Cutter took a bathroom break?  
    The doorman is there.   Nobody would