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When she opened her car door, she noticed the electronic memo on the driver's seat. Scooping it up, she got behind the wheel. As she headed toward the gate, she flicked on the memo. Roarke's voice drawled out. "I don't like the idea of you shivering unless I cause it. Stay warm." Frowning, she tucked the memo in her pocket before experimentally touching the temperature gauge. The blast of heat had her yelping in shock. She grinned all the w..
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McNab pranced in on plaid airboots,
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targets destroyed, the training, the discipline, the hours of study, all led to this moment. This cold, bright afternoon in January 2061 marked the true beginning. A clear mind and cool blood. The apprentice knew these elements were as vital as skill, as wind direction, humiture, and speed. Under the cool blood lived an eagerness ruthlessly suppressed. The mentor had arranged all. Efficiently, and with an attention to detail that was also v..
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jumped close, close enough to see blade marks scoring the surface. All those people, the brightly colored hats, gloves, and scarves. A couple, holding hands, laughing as they stumbled over the ice together. A girl with golden-blond hair, wearing a red skin suit and vest, was spinning, spinning, spinning until she blurred. Another couple with a little boy between them, their hands joined with his as he grinned in wonder.
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over the face in the picture. "Except for one thing." "Let me"
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matron of honor, that's where I'd advise you
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knowing him, most of them already were. He left the house in equal shares to Dennis and Edward--the two oldest grandsons. That maxibus--" Eve whipped the wheel, sent the DLE up. And took a corner as if in pursuit of a mass murderer. "Is behind us. Keep going." "I can tell you Dennis and Edward have been at odds over the house. Dennis wants to keep it in the family, per Bradley's wishes. Edward wants to sell it." "He can't sell it, I take it..
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And you were going to do that anyway." "I was, yes." He smiled at" --
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parents, bystanders. Didn't matter as long as she hit the number. "That's what you spawned, Mackie. I figure maybe she was born wrong. Maybe she had that twist in her right from the jump. But you nurtured it. You stoked it, educated it, brought it along. She had choices, sure, but you made the choices she made easy for her. You made them righteous." She felt nothing for him when he began to weep. Nothing. "I want you to think about that for..
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monitors?
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What's the problem?
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there was even a whole section dedicated to throats and boobs, though they called it decolletage.
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ADA Cher Reo was sleeping off a night of drunken revelry like the rest of them, so that would be handy.
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able to help you out with
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eyes. "It isn't you."
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Maybe a little break," she muttered. "Just maybe." She'd lucked out with Mason Tobias. He might've been a little dingy,"
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box, lifted the wrapped lid. And nearly blubbered again when she saw the little music box. When
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Hey, here come our ladies. Just looking at them gives you the uh, doesn't it?" McNab gave the sound a push that was unmistakably sexual as he grinned down the long corridor where Peabody got off the glide with Eve. Then he shot Roarke a quick look. "I mean the uh me for mine, you for yours. It's not like I get the uh for the lieutenant, for which she would kick my ass, then leave you to turn what was left of it into bloody dust. Which She..
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We're going to go right by a couple 24/7s crossing town. Maybe we could stop and get some hot chocolate." "That stuff they sell in those places is swill." "Yeah, but it's chocolate swill." Peabody tried a pitiful, pleading look. "You wouldn't let her give us any of the good stuff." "Maybe you'd like some cookies, too. Or little frosted cakes." "That would be nice. Thanks for asking." "That was sarcasm, Peabody." "Yes, sir. I know. Responded..
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something happen to The Fixer?" "Yeah, but wait."
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the female suspect, you said someone she'd counseled. You have her records?
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I know. I've got to cover all the bases. I'm going to track down the people Mavis recognized at the victim's house, get statements. I've got to find a table dancer with a big dick and a tattoo." "The fun never ends." She nearly smiled. "I need to find people who"
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Yeah, okay, that's how I was leaning. I thought about Oberon, how she ran her department, all those cops--and used her handpicked to run her dirty cop sideline.
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You think they've killed before?" "I'd bet your ass on it." "Why my ass?" Eyes slitted, Peabody jabbed a finger in the air. "Because it's bigger? Because it has more padding? That's hitting below the belt." "Your ass is below your belt. I'd bet mine, too, if it makes you feel better." "Let's bet Roarke's ass, because really, in my opinion, of the three of us his is the best." "Fine. We'll bet all the asses on it. They've killed before. Toge..
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building again," Eve continued. "Knows how to angle herself to keep her face off camera. We're going to find somebody who saw"
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She sat, and when he joined her, she laid a hand over his. "I feel confident and streamlined. I woke up that way because you were with me last night, because you loved me. And because you were sitting here this morning, doing what you always do instead of worrying about me." "Does that mean you're going to stop worrying about me worrying?" "It's moving that way. We probably just need to have a good fight over something, finish it off. A goo..
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She sat down, grinned--and made her lip throb again. "I love you." "Excellent news. You can prove it with lots of sex." "We had sex a few hours ago."
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But that was personal. No one, absolutely no one comes into our home and speaks to you that way.
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bribes often worked where procedure or threats wouldn't.
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I couldn't have. I don't know what happened.' 'Tell me what you do know.
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But old habits die hard.
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What the hell does it matter who I am or who I'm with?
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then simply held it while shame washed
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Dawson shoved away from his desk, stepped
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Side, party got out of hand. Guy shot five people with a
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She reached down, favoring her injured arm and chose a Galaxy bar that hadn't been flattened by the wrestling match. "I'm going home." "You didn't pay for that," Francois shouted after her. "Fuck you, Frank," she shouted back and kept going."
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That makes three suicides without logical explanations. Now, for people like Fitzhugh and the senator, with their kind of financial base, there's counseling at the snap of a finger. Or in cases of terminal illness--physical or emotional--voluntary self-termination facilities. But they took themselves out in bloody and painful ways.
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Money without honor is a disease. BALZAC
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Poverty wants much; but avarice, everything. PUBLILIUS SYRUS Money
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Weren't they a pair? Roarke thought, two veteran cops who've waded through blood and madness. But put a bit of sex on the table between them, and they're as fidgety as virgins at an orgy.
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Lots of medical, scientific, technological advances come through little bits of craziness, a lot of ego." "Or"
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Bet the first guy who made fire figured he was a god, and the other cavemen bowed down to him." "Or bashed him in the head with a rock and stole his burning stick." She"
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bottom of the list. No one there has a probability over ten percent. I've got a couple who hit low
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