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She wore a loose bathrobe that covered up a body that would have won first prize in a beauty contest for cement blocks.....She had a voice that made pearl harbour sound like a lullaby.
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humour
hardboiled
noir
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Richard Brautigan |
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8a3a5d6
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"Get a load of this, Frank." Gerald Peyton's pause set off his pronouncement. "She is expecting to get a wedding ring." "That's understandable," I said, unsure how he could afford a ring on what our firm cleared. Diamond rings--more sold in December than in any other month of the year--went for a cool grand per karat. Weeks ago, I'd priced them--again--for my domestic situation. "What seems to be the problem?" "That's a big leap for me to make." "I expect you'll make it with room to spare."
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crime-noir
hardboiled
military
detective-novel
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Ed Lynskey |
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871f033
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I let my gaze travel out the picture window. Unlike at my old doublewide trailer perched on the fringe of a played out quarry, here I owned a real yard with real grass that screamed for mowing each Monday a.m. I sat at the kitchen table, cooling off from just having finished this week's job. Yes, here in 2005, I was a full-fledged suburbanite, but I'd been called worse.
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romance
hardboiled
detective-novel
crime-fiction
noir
crime
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Ed Lynskey |
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6a0d125
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"My feet crunched over dry hickory leaves. Wood rangers had stapled up Smokey Bear ("Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires!") signs along the state roads. One cigarette butt flicked out a passing car window and there'd be real hell to pay."
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romance
men-s-adventure
private-investigator
hardboiled
detective-novels
noir-fiction
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ed lynskey |
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4c0200d
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"A diamond wedding ring, you say?" I studied his face. Was he putting me on? He looked earnest. "As any guy would expect, a diamond is what she's after," I said. "Did you hold out hope you'd get by for anything less?"
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crime-noir
hardboiled
military
detective-novel
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Ed Lynskey |
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9938e8b
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"From Chapter 1: "You're not a local." I paused, unsure. "Or are you?" "Sort of. Randall Van Dotson is my dad. I'm Rennie." After tossing her head that coy, sweet way girls do, she gave me a candid appraisal."
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hardboiled
mystery-suspense
noir-fiction
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Ed Lynskey |