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conversations.value: a description for a book titled Stiletto Justice about Las, Vegas, Camrynthe with the genre: Literature & Fiction, United States
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conversations.value: the author has experienced her share of fear, insecurity, confusion and self-doubt, but she learned early on that there wasn&rsquo;t any form of teenaged angst a good book couldn&rsquo;t cure. Now, after years of dreaming about it, she&rsquo;s put pen to a lifelong passion and poured the characters who have long lived inside her head into the pages of a novel. Her other passions include travel, playing detective and living vicariously through others&rsquo; lives via the internet and people-watching in Las Vegas, where she lives. Now that she&rsquo;s rolled the dice and written a novel, she&rsquo;ll go for double or nothing by opening the door to her life at Camrynthe author.com and inviting your comments and feedback at AuthorCamrynthe author@gmail.com.
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conversations.value: Stiletto Justice
  Bryan nodded. "As the CEO for the Guardian Group, Hartwell made over five million dollars in salary and bonuses last year alone."
  Bryan positioned the eight-by-ten glossy so that Kim could see it and began identifying those in the picture. "This is Hartwell, right here. That's his wife and this,"—he jabbed a finger at a portly man with a buzz cut and beard—"this guy heads up the Jones County sheriff's department and works closely with the chief of police. I believe this is the chief but it's kind of hard to tell from the back of his head. But this is the cog that makes the whole wheel roll." Bryan continued pointing, used his index finger and tapped the side profile of the man at the other end of the table.
  Kim nodded. "Unfortunately. He presided over my son's case. Ward, Grey, and Clarence Dodd are the only faces I recognized."
  Bryan slid his finger to point out the man at the head of the table. "Thaddeus Stowe, one of the oldest and longest running U.S. congressmen and Grey's close friend and mentor; he has headed up the judiciary committee since the Reagan era, helped to rally enough support to the most conservative Supreme Court justices ever confirmed, and has been a part of some of the most sweeping changes in penal law in this country's history. You'd be better off inviting the Klan over for dinner before fixing a steak for this guy."
  Kim took the picture from Bryan. She studied the faces. "I get that they all have roles within the judicial system, but how does it work? And the money? Where does it come from?"
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conversations.value: Harley stood up and reached for her coat. "It won't get canceled." She zipped up the leather bomber jacket and pulled on a knit cap. "Kat says Tuesdays and Wednesdays are politician play days. Most of them with families elsewhere go home Thursday night."
  The ladies headed out of the coffee shop into the chilly night. "All right, Sam Jones," Kim said when they reached Harley's car. "Next week in DC."
  Harley started the car, sat for a bit to let the fifteen-year-old engine heat up. It looked like the justice train for Grey had left the station. It had taken some convincing, but she was very glad that her girls were on board for the ride.
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conversations.value: However, hacking the luxury hotel turned out to be a more difficult job. Ghost and Kadir ascertained that it would require physical access to the hotel's security server.
  Ghost smiled. "Smart girl. I'd imagine posing as an employee would be difficult. Don't you think?"
  Julian spoke up. "What if someone was applying for a job?" He had everyone's attention and continued, "I worked security once at a hotel, and our security department was near the human resources office. New hires passed by our department every day."
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conversations.value: However, hacking the luxury hotel turned out to be a more difficult job. Ghost and Kadir ascertained that it would require physical access to the hotel's security server. 
  Ghost smiled. "Smart girl. I'd imagine posing as an employee would be difficult. Something as small staffed as a hotel, everyone would know everybody. Don't you think?"
  Julian spoke up. "What if someone was applying for a job?" He had everyone's attention and continued, "I worked security once at a hotel, and our security department was near the human resources office. New hires passed by our department every day. "