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I doubt if anyone but a 1st can tell you, and naturally you would not dare to
consult another after this conference." “For God's sake, man! Are you going to
help me?" "No, Mr. Reich." Tate smiled malevolently. "That's my little weapon. It
keeps us ...
Possibly three ... But not all. I tell you, you're dead." “Wait a minute, Powell. Wait!"
The mannequin face was twitching with terror. “The Guild takes confession into
account. Confession before the fact. I'll give you everything right now. Everything.
... what I'd do myself. All right . . . Now I'm going to booby-trap him!" He kicked the
red-eyed woman from him, went to Chooka and yanked her to her feet. “Call
Powell." “What?” “Call Powell," he yelled. “Lincoln Powell. Call him at his house.
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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.