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Reich slammed the door in rage. “You're not dead already, you bastard," he
exploded. “You can't be dead." The faded man started up, stared, then arose
painfully from the couch, his face breaking into a smile. “Still alive," Reich cried
Yes. Mr. Holy Lincoln Powell. Yes!" The words began pouring out of Reich in a
torrent. "Yes ... It's Powell!" “But a cop, Reich? A cop?" "Sure a cop!" Reich
shouted. “Why not a cop? He's safe. Who'd suspect him? It's smart. It's what I'd do
He went back to Reich and stared down at him, anger darkening his drawn face.
... Reich shouted. “You and your ethics and your high talk. You and your phoney
God-dam—" “She said the gun killed D'Courtney," Powell continued imperturb, ...
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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.