
This killer is an expert. He has climbed ten stories in the Manhattan blackout, found and dispatched his victim amidst the men and women trapped in the building. The night drags on. Nerves wear thin and inhibitions disappear. Anyone, including a beautiful secretary with a yen for eye-patched Tim Corrigan, could be the lurking killer. Suddenly, out of the dark, a deadly hand strikes at Corrigan.... In one darkened corner of the office, a strait-laced
spinster was giggling like a girl as an office Milquetoast made a grab for her. Across the
room, two arch-enemies were drunkenly toasting their newborn friendship. And a sexy little
secretary was passing out in the arms of a silver-haired executive. Ghost-written by Richard Deming |
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