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Magee eyed him suspiciously "Are you a reporter?" Pitt shook his head "I'm special projects director for the National Underwater and Marine Agency"

"You're with the government?"

"Uncle Sa the DeauvilleHudson bridge disaster is purely personal"

"Curiosity? More like obsession, I'd say What else would drive aweather and in the dead of night?"

"I'ht schedule," Pitt explained patiently "IThis was e site Besides, it was still daylight when I arrived"

Magee see an inquisition on you, Mr Pitt, but you're the only stranger who's stumbled onto my little hideaway Except for a few select friends and business associates, the public thinks I' molds in a rundoarehouse on New York's east side A sham contrived for a purpose I value awkers, critics and newspeople pounding at et any work done Here, hidden away in the Hudson valley, I can create without hassle"

"More coffee?" asked Annie With feminine astuteness she had picked the opportune time to interrupt

"Please," replied Pitt

"How about some hot apple pie?"

"Sounds great I haven't eaten since breakfast"

"Let , then"

"No, no, the pie will be fine"

As soon as she left, Magee continued the conversation "I hope you understand what I' at, Mr

Pitt"

"I have no reason to sell out your privacy," said Pitt