The night Eileen O'Connor decided to become ruthless, a jazz trumpet was playing three floors below her apartment and rain was falling on the fire escape in that particular New York way that makes you feel both alive and imprisoned.
She had been Jack Morrissy's secretary for nine months. Nine months of coffee orders memorized, of schedules bent and reshaped, of reading between the lines of board meeting minutes like a detective at a crime scene where the crime was always money and the victim was always someone who could not sue. Eileen was twenty-five, the daughter of Irish immigrants who had crossed the Atlantic in 1912...
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