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“No, Richard, I don’t know when I’ll have the manuscript ready,” Laura said for the third time, trying to make herself heard over the pounding of the drills and the screeching whine of the saw outside her window. ”I’m having trouble with the ending, and—”
"Laura, I can’t hear a word you’re saying,” Richard said patiently. "Did you say you have the ending?“
"No, I’m saying I need an extension—”
Richard’s voice on the other end was growing irritated. ”You what?”
Laura tried again: screaming at her editor over the phone was not how she liked to go about asking for favors. And with only fifty pages written, and a plot that got worse the longer she wrote it, a favor was definitely what she needed.
She took a deep breath. “What I’m saying—”
And then the lights went out.
“Richard, I’m going to have to call you back,” she said calmly. "I have a murder to commit.“