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t 12:30 A.M., the Emergency Patrol arrived at Beaumont House in response to
precinct notification: “GZ. Beaumont. YLP-R" which, translated, meant: “An Act or
Omission, forbidden by law has been reported at Beaumont House, 9 Park South.
At 1:00 A.M., Lincoln Powell arrived at Beaumont House in response to a frantic
call from a deputy inspector: “I tell you, Powell, it's Felony Triple-A. I'll swear it is.
The wind's been knocked out of me. I don't know whether to be grateful or scared;
parent model of the key rooms of Beaumont House, inhabited by miniature
android models of the dramatis personae. The lab's model division had done a
superlative job, and actually had characterized the leading players. The tiny
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I was set to give this story five stars throughout most of the book, but the ending threw me off. Way off.
The majority of the story is a detective story; we follow a crime from the angle of the perpetrator, and the investigating police officer. The caper is made all that much more exciting by the existence of people with esp, known as peepers, of which our investigator is one, and our perpetrator is not. A thrilling game of mouse and peeper cat made the book a quick read, and fun to follow. The inclusion of the catchy lyrics the perpetrator has purposely stuck in his head to keep himself from leaking his crime to the psychics around him interspersed throughout the dialog and action was a great touch that really increased the tension through certain parts of the story.
The conclusion however, I felt turned suddenly to a different tone altogether. The plot became less understandable, and the ending somewhat preachy. I suddenly got the impression that the author wrote the whole book as a means to state the exposition. Five stars until the last thirty pages or so.