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  2. BOOKS BY STUART WOODS
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He was back in the Purple Label room in time to serve a customer who bought two suits, then was coaxed by Butch into a third. This day would end better than it started, he thought, as he took fitting notes from the tailor, then rang up the client’s purchases, which came to nearly $10,000.

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LAURENCE AND THERESA were met at Teterboro by Oliver, his driver, who put their luggage and Theresa’s Santa Fe purchases into the Bentley.

“Laurence,” Theresa said, “do you think we could invite my brother, Butch, to the Strategic Services party? I’d like you to get to know him better.”

“Well, since it’s at our apartment, I’m sure that would be all right. I’ll mention it to Mike Freeman when I get the chance.”

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THEY LET THEMSELVES into the apartment, and Marge was there to greet them. “Welcome home,” she said. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too, Marge,” Laurence replied. “Any significant mail or calls?”

“Both are mostly begging letters and calls, but one from the police commissioner.” She handed him a slip with the number.

Laurence tucked it into his pocket. “I’ll call him later.”

“Call him now,” Theresa said, “and I’ll unpack for you. Who knows your dressing room better than I?”

“Okay.” Laurence went into the study, picked up the phone and called Dino.

“Commissioner’s office,” a crisp, female voice said.

“Laurence Hayward, returning the commissioner’s call.”

“One moment.”

Dino came on the line. “Welcome home, Laurence.”

“Thank you, Dino. It’s good to hear from you.”

“I hear on the grapevine that you bought a place in Santa Fe.”

“You pick your grapes well.”

“Have you met Ed Eagle and his wife, Susannah?”

“We traded dinners. Your grapevine was there, too, with a very fetching woman.”

“Met her last night, and you’re right. Listen, I’ve had some news of the intruder in your apartment.”

“Wonderful. What news?”

“Two of my uniformed park patrol spotted him sitting on a bench at the Seventy-second Street entrance earlier today.”

“Did they grab him?”

“It turned into a footrace, and the guy, big as he is, got the better of them. The good news is, they made him from your security camera shots, so there’ll be other opportunities.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Laurence said. “I’d better let you get back to keeping the city safe.”

“I’ll be in touch,” Dino said, and they both hung up.

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