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As a result of that conversation, an anonymous person with a sour voice phoned
Wilson Jordan and casually attempted to purchase Dr. Jordan's interest in the
Drake estate on Callisto for a small sum. The sour voice sounded suspicious to
For the love of a red-eyed woman of Callisto . . . For every credit of that rich old
uncle in Paris. . . FOr . . ." “Why, damn me! The woman's a peeper!" Chooka
stiffened. Her mouth hung open. "You're receiving me, aren't you, Chooka Frood?
He began talking before Powell was within earshot. “. . . gave me your number.
Lucky I caught you, boss. We've got twenty-six hours." “Wait a minute. Take it from
the top, Jax." "Your Rhodopsin man, Dr. Wilson Jordan, is back from Callisto.
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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.