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conversations.value: a description for a book titled Trophies and Dead Things about McCone, Private, Sharon with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery
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conversations.value: Private detective Sharon McCone, investigating the murder of a former anti-Vietnam War activist, discovers that his four beneficiaries are being targeted by a homicidal sniper. "McCone is one of the most freshly conceived and complexly characterized of the female private eyes," said PW. "the author's fine eye for detail and sense of place bring San Francisco and the California subculture vividly to life." <BR>Copyright 1991 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: Trophies and Dead Things
  But Taylor shook his head. "He didn't need to. Libby and I knew; we've always known. Jenny could only have gotten that gun from the man who knew where the weapons were kept in the flat. No, what he said was worse than that. He said it was Perry who betrayed us."
  Taylor added, "I couldn't listen to him say those things. Perry was the man I looked up to the most. If he betrayed us, then... there were no heroes.
  D.A. bowed his head again. A sudden gust of wind swirled through the clearing. From below I heard the faint noise of a motor—the overworked one on the boat I'd piloted earlier. Davey had reached safety; Ross was taking them home.
  The lantern flickered, getting low on fuel. I stood, "D.A., come back to shore with me. We'll work this out."
  I went over to the lantern, turned it down lower. "Come on, I said. "You'll be okay." I stretched out my hand.
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conversations.value: I strode over to him, put my grimly hands against his pin-striped chest, and gave him a shove. "You son of a bitch!"
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conversations.value: the last four paragraphs
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conversations.value: I picture George: his rough-hewn face, his changeable hazel eyes, his gray-frosted black hair, his tall, lean body. I put my hand to my lips, imagining how it would be to see him after all this time. Imagining how we could be together.
  The pain and anger and disillusionment of the past week fell away from me. Their vestiges would return, I knew. Bad memories would recur—probably for the rest of my life. But I would take comfort in moments like this, when I felt temporarily safe, warm, insulated. I stretch, yawned. What an embarrassment of riches I'd come home to!
  As I hugged my pillow and closed my eyes, I resolved to wake by noon and return four of the five phone calls. I would reassure my mother. Thank Luke Widdows for the information that had aided me in my investigation. Ask Anne-Marie if I couldn't visit Hank sooner than Sunday. And tell George yes, I felt the same, wanted to see him.
  And after that I would initiate a call of my own. I couldn't go on fooling myself: it was high time I told Ted to drop Ralph and Alice off at their new home.
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conversations.value: I put my hand to my lips, imagining how it would be to see him after all this time. Imagining how we could be together.
  The pain and anger and disillusionment of the past week fell away from me. Their vestiges would return, I knew. Bad memories would recur—probably for the rest of my life. But I would take comfort in moments like this, when I felt temporarily safe, warm, insulated. I stretch, yawned. What an embarrassment of riches I'd come home to!
  As I hugged my pillow and closed my eyes, I resolved to wake by noon and return four of the five phone calls. I would reassure my mother. Thank Luke Widdows for the information that had aided me in my investigation. Ask Anne-Marie if I couldn't visit Hank sooner than Sunday. And tell George yes, I felt the same, wanted to see him.
  And after that I would initiate a call of my own. I couldn't go on fooling myself: it was high time I told Ted to drop Ralph and Alice off at their new home.