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He plunged under a heavy clump of forsythia and waited with the scrambler
ready. Then he understood why he had crashed. The girl who answered Powell's
phone came out of the house and ran down through the garden toward the
the scrambler up under his left elbow as Quizzard's killers had taught him. Powell
side-stepped. "Don't try it," he said sharply. “You Son of a bitch!" Reich shouted.
He wheeled on Powell who had already crossed him up and again stepped out ...
"Kill me or let me up and by Christ I'll kill you!" Powell picked up the scrambler
and cocked an eye at Reich. "Try flexing your muscles a little. Those blocks
shouldn't last more than a few seconds . . ." He sat down with the scrambler in his
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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.