Point Blank

Once again, he glanced at the photograph on his desk. Paul. How could things have gone so wrong between a father and a son? And what could have happened in the last few months to make them so much worse?

He took it out, then glanced at his watch. Eight thirty-five A.M. It would take him an hour to connect the device to the bottom of Roscoe’s elevator,

The toolbox was next to him, on the roof of the elevator. Carefully, he opened it. The sides of the case were lined with thick sponge. Inside, in the specially molded space, was what looked like a complicated film projector, silver and concave with a thick glass lens.

thing it had never done before. It rose one extra floor—to level sixty-one. The door, however, remained closed. The Gentleman did not need to get in.

On the floor below, Michael J. Roscoe’s private elevator did some

Hacking his way past the Roscoe security systems took a little longer,

The money was to be paid into a bank account in Switzerland; half now, half on completion.

The Gentleman had demanded—and been paid—one hundred thousand dollars.

His employers wanted the multimillionaire eliminated

He had been given this job only a week before. He’d had to work fast, killing the real maintenance engineer, taking his identity, learning the layout of Roscoe Tower