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conversations.value: a plot for a book about Lily, Rule, Lily's entitled Mortal Danger
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conversations.value: Mortal Danger: Former homicide cop Lily Yu has a lot on her plate.\nThere's her sister's wedding, a missing magical staff with unknown powers, and her grandmother's sudden decision to visit the old country just when Lily could use a little advice.\nMaybe she should turn to the man she's involved with, but for all the passion that flares between them, she doesn't really know Rule Turner.\nYet she's tied to him for life, both of them caught in an unbreakable mate bond.\nThat Rule is a werewolf, prince of his people, only complicates matters.\nBut what Lily doesn't realize is that Harlowe has set a trap-for her.\nAnd then the unthinkable happens.\nIn the blink of any eye Lily's world divides and collides, and she is thrust into a new and frightening reality.\nHer only hope will be to trust Rule-and herself-or Lily will be lost forever.
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conversations.value: Mortal Danger: Former homicide cop Lily Yu has a lot on her plate. \nThere's her sister's wedding, a missing magical staff with unknown powers, and her grandmother's sudden decision to visit the old country just when Lily could use a little advice. \nMaybe she should turn to the man she's involved with, but for all the passion that flares between them, she doesn't really know Rule Turner. \nYet she's tied to him for life, both of them caught in an unbreakable mate bond. \nThat Rule is a werewolf, prince of his people, only complicates matters. \nNow an agent in a special unit of the FBI's Magical Crimes Division, Lily's job is to hunt down Harlowe, a charismatic cult leader bent on bringing an ancient evil into the world. \nBut what Lily doesn't realize is that Harlowe has set a trap-for her. \nAnd then the unthinkable happens. \nIn the blink of any eye Lily's world divides and collides, and she is thrust into a new and frightening reality. \nHer only hope will be to trust Rule-and herself-or Lily will be lost forever.
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  He gave her a level look and a slow nod. "Understood. But his charisma won't matter much if he doesn't smell right."
  Lily heard Beth's cry of pain and flung open her door. "Okay, okay. Here I am. Now let Beth go." That was the deal—she and Benedict would get out, expose themselves to his little army of gangbangers, and he'd turn Beth loose.
  She started. It'd moved up on her right side so silently she hadn't known it was there. She answered softly. "The demon, I think. You can't hear it?" It, he, she... those were definitely breasts high on the naked chest, but the genitals, though small, were the dangly sort.
  Harlowe rapped the demon on the head with his staff. "Try to be a little less stupid. And now," he said to Lily, "it's time to let my boys have your weapons."
  She wrenched her attention away from the bizarre creature standing next to Harlowe. "Uh-uh. It's time for you to tell Mr. Muscles there to let Beth go."
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conversations.value: So after checking herself out, she sat in the back seat of Cullen's old Bronco, fists clenched, trying not to think about what might be happening to Rule while she took care of her cat and her damned grooming. One of the officers had driven her car back to her place last night, and Rule's car had been impounded.
  For a few blocks she leaned her head back and shut out the sound of Cynna and Cullen arguing. She needed to see Beth, talk to her. She didn't want to. Not when Beth was staying with their parents. But a phone call wasn't enough, not for this. She needed to know how badly Beth had been scarred by last night.
  God, she was tired. She closed her eyes, but there was no rest inside her. Not with everything humming like an overloaded power line.
  She was scared. All the way down scared. Not so much of dying, though she wasn't in denial about that. Death was a strong possibility, but she knew how to keep going in the face of that sort of risk. As a cop, she'd usually had backup going into a dangerous situation. Barring that, she'd had training to fall back on. You identified your goal, made your plans, and did the best you could. Fear was normal, just one more factor to account for.
  What was grinding at her wasn't as clean as the fear of death. The shaky feeling came from the fear that she wasn't enough. She didn't know enough, couldn't be enough or do enough to get Rule back. Her Gift was gone. She wasn't sure there was enough of her left to do what had to be done.
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conversations.value: But not so she could bring Rule back to Earth, as the others believed. It was Lily that Lady had needed rescued, Lily she had some purpose for. He was sure of that, sure in the same way he'd known he had to keep searching out those dark passages.
  And a few moments later, with her curled into him, her hair tickling his jaw, her body reminding him of pleasures he couldn't seek yet, and her scent filling him, he did the other thing he'd wanted so much to do while he was wolf. "I love you."
  She went still. After a moment she said quietly, "I love you, too. And I..." She put her palm on his chest and a smile bloomed on her face. "I am so glad about. So very glad."
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  As always, 1978 had its share of unrest and insurrection in far-off nations. None of the foreign news had much impact on a young girl who had her whole life ahead of her. But she worried about those people in her world who were unhappy and she tried to help them.
  Her name was Sara Beth Lundquist, and she was the kind of teenager that any parents would be proud of: innocent, a little naïve, concerned for other people, a lover of animals, and as freshly beautiful as an apple blossom that had just unfolded.
  Sara Beth was at the center of one of the more baffling unsolved cases in Seattle's criminal history. I've kept her photographs at the top of my "unsolved" file, hoping that one day there would be an end to her story, and that end would have to be the arrest of someone yet unknown.
  He began to say the name of his niece, but he didn't even have to finish his sentence. It was Sara Beth. She had been on my mind too, and I always remembered her in the summer. Her family had waited so long with no answers. I told her uncle that I hoped one day to write the end of her story.
  Sara Beth's story began shortly after midnight on Sunday, July 2, 1978, and no one could have foreseen how long it would take justice to arrive for her.
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conversations.value: Four days later, Frankie Aldalotti finally called the cold case detective. He was no longer a suspect, but Ciesynski was interested in talking with him anyway. He might have some bit of information that would add to the strength of murder charges against Williams.
  He didn't. Frankie said that Sara Beth had really been Benny's friend. "I didn't know her very well, and I never dated her or was interested in dating her. We didn't have any type of relationship and I don't know anything about her background."
  Mike Ciesynski was confident that they were close to bringing murder charges against Clarence Williams, close enough that he felt safe in letting Lynne Carlson know that. He called and updated her.
  To be absolutely, totally armed with DNA evidence, Ciesynski sent Sara Beth's panties to a private lab, Forensic Sciences Associates. Technicians there confirmed the match. There was a tiny area of spermatozoa on the back of the panties. It had emerged from a male with a specific analysis of the amelogenin gene.
  The buccal (cheek) swab that Ciesynski had taken from Clarence Williams was identical in genotype array.
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conversations.value: Detective Bruce Whitman stands in a dense forest on an Indian reservation. At last, they had physical evidence leading to Traia Carr.
  Third Street in Marysville, Washington. Ironically, in the end, all the answers to the disappearance of Traia Carr could be found along this street in a family neighborhood.