As it landed in the middle of the broad intersection the blades of the descending helicopter turned the moonbeam into a strobe light. The crowd gasped when the doors flew open and Dan Lazar tumbled out onto the grimy street. Behind him, like a griffin toying with its prey, emerged Miss Snark – Killer Yapp resting comfortably under her arm. He was a reacher, trying to steal her clients with his snazzy pitch. But no more! As she walked across him in her stiletto heels he was reminded that it was she who ruled the literary agent universe.
Ya!!! Take that you Lazarian client reacher!