"Kit Reed - Unlimited" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reed Kit)

This, from his money, but he still doesnтАЩt know who in hell his money is,
much less where were they when his operation went into overcall. All heтАЩs got is this
phone number printed on a featureless card, thatтАЩs all, and forget about trying it,
theyтАЩve stopped returning his calls.
 When all is said and done, he is left with three items. This, from Maxamar.
Note: find out tmw. who bought Maxamar. And, crumpled almost to extinction, a
note scrawled on the back of a grocery receipt. BobbyтАЩs hand. And on the back of a
Visa receipt, Ryder company plastic, this other note. Daphne. DaphneтАЩs illegible
smudge crosshatched with the handwriting he knows by heart, Daphne and...

TheyтАЩve cleaned him out.

Son of a bitch! Cleaned him out and scared off his money and now he knows
that the two of them are sitting there, wherever there is, sitting there laughing at him,
the fucking, fucking...

тАЬI gave you the keys to the store. I took you fucking shopping at fucking
Armani and now...тАЭ He stands up and howls. тАЬBobby!тАЭ

Everything in him solidifies: Whitney Ryder goes cold and hard. He is
resolved. Son of a bitch.

Fixed on what he will do to them.

Ms. Martinet, youтАЩve been extremely patient. YouтАЩve told me everything
except how you do what you do. But you havenтАЩt given me a clue as to how you do
it. You...

ThatтАЩs the beauty of our operation. Until you state your problem, that remains
to be seen. Our madness always fits the method. Sorry, I donтАЩt mean to make light
of this.

But I was telling you about me. Remember, this is my business and I am the
master of my business. Serena, you know about, but the boyfriend, the man I was
writing the picture with t okay, you saw it. My baby, my picture! Big budget, major
studio, big time gross exceeding the net and my name nowhere on it, not in the
credits, not in the ads, me nowhere near the bank when the fucker that stole my
fucking script waltzed in and took the front money and the pickup plus points,
believe it! My boyfriend! And me on the outside, like fucking Lazarus. He and
Serena pulled my beautiful, make-me-famous property out from under me and sold it
like a Persian rug and I... What?

Oh, I took care of Serena.

Him? You donтАЩt want to know. Suffice it to say that IтАЩve been biding my time.
Wait. My lightтАЩs blinking. Call IтАЩm expecting.

Oh, Stephanie. Yes. Put him through to my assistant. Get him here and when
you get him here... Make him wait.