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198 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 1, 2000



‘I appreciated his malicious sense of humor (when it wasn’t aimed at me), and he had certainly livened things up. But he was dangerous. Dangerous in the way of beautiful wild things. You could admire his beauty, but you couldn’t trust him.’
‘Thursday was a slow day for sleuthing. A slow day for writing too, and I was getting paid for that.’
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’Still, I struggled on improving my typing skills if nothing else, knowing in my heart most of what I was writing was destined for the delete key.’![]()








