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Chapter Six – Hold Me Tight
New York City
Grant Waller was angry. No, not just angry, enraged. He had worked at that damn paper for five years; they had supported him through the s****l assault trial, assured him his job would be safe when he was released from prison; and now, now, his editor had decided that he wasn’t going to be able to rejoin his old news team. Well, f**k him, thought Grant, marching purposefully across the city, what does he know? Pol Flaherty’s words came back to him.
“Grant, you’re a good writer, but not a great writer, not an inspired writer. I need something different. Times have moved on since you were last on the job.” Pol put up his hands, “I’m sorry, kiddo. It’s no go.”
Grant scowled to himself as he walked down Bleecker Street. He thought of the smug sa
