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God knows what kind of red-herring Powell's following, but it's away from you. I
think the safety margin's increasing. Reich to Tate: Not until I've found that girl.
Marcus Graham had left no forwarding address and was pursued by half a dozen
As Powell opened the door, flooding the pawnshop with the cold argent street
light, Church suddenly called: “Just a minute." Powell stopped, silhouetted
against the door. “Yes?" “What have you been handing Tate?" “The Pledge, Jerry
She dialed Powell's number. Mary Noyes appeared on the screen, listened to
Chooka, then called Powell. The prefect appeared, his lean face haggard, his
dark eyes heavily shadowed. “I . . . I got something you might want, maybe. Mr.
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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.