CHAPTER THREE
Margo Blaster stepped lightly off the elevator on the twenty-second floor of the Century Plaza building. It was to this building, on this floor, 'that the secretive, gravelly voice of the stranger had directed her. She was told to be sure to be on time, two sharp, and in exchange for a little conversation, she was assured, the caller would give her some very vital information about her new, recent husband, d**k Blaster.
She stood in front of the door marked 2211 and debated whether to turn around and go back. Things weren't that bad with d**k, she could make it if she wanted to. Why bother with this stranger's version of the truth? Who was he, anyhow, to call her up and threaten her this way? What hold did he have over her life, over d**k's? She started to turn away, but th
