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conversations.value: a description for a book titled The Trials of Nikki Hill about O.J, Simpson, Dick with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense
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conversations.value: the author was brought in to give the O.J. Simpson prosecution team extra strength and a racial balance. His disdain for the defendant seemed real, his anger genuine, his motives strictly judicial. These same qualities give his first mystery a definite edge--honed by a collaboration with the excellent mystery writer and critic Dick Lochte.
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conversations.value: a plot for a book about O.J, Simpson, Dick with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense
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conversations.value: The Trials of Nikki Hill: The protagonist of this legal thriller is 33-year-old, Nikki Hill.\nNikki is a lead prosecutor at the District Attorney\'s office, and he has trusted her to help find the killer of Madeleine Gray, Hollywood\'s most popular TV host of a blackmail show.\nAt first there is a hands down suspect, Jamal Deschamps, who was found at the scene of the crime.\nHe possessed her ring and his skin was also under Maddie\'s thumb.\nAfter a lie detector test, it was proven that Deschamps was not the killer.\nIt turned out, he merely found the cadaver and whilst stealing its ring, cut himself on her thumb.\nNikki, another smart aleck prosecutor, and two quirky homicide detectives have a few loose strings, and bewilderment of who the real killer is.\nAt Maddie\'s mansion, there was a missing rug, and a glass a ball that had Maddie\'s blood on it.\nAnd upstairs, where her blackmail files are, there is a busted drawer with missing contents.\nNikki and the team discover that R&B singer, Diana Cooper, had a fight with Maddie the day of the murder.\nShe quickly becomes a major suspect when Maddie\'s blood is also found in her trunk.\nThe detectives come up with a scenario: Maddie threatened to give Diana\'s blackmail information, so she stole it and killed Maddie.\nThis was soon proven wrong when detective Goodman\'s girlfriend confessed to stealing the black mail file for Diana\'s husband.\nDiana\'s charges were also dropped due to conflict with her alibi the time of the murder.\nNext, fingers were pointed towards John Willins, Diana\'s husband.\nMaddie had told Palmer, her neighbor, that she had slept with a J man.\nThere were also logs at a private getaway club that a and Gray went together several times.\nNikki and the team try to trace John Willin\'s past, and it turned up that he was from a small town.\nWhile putting together clues, they find out that John\'s family was killed in a fire, and that he could be taking on the identity of his deceased cousin.\nThis leads to another question: did he murder his family with the fire.\nThe only way to really find out was to go to the town and see if there was a grave for "John Willins".\nWhen they report this phenomenal news to district attorney, Joe Walden, he decides he wants to come along.\nAnd when they finally get to the town\'s only cemetery, they find out that Joe Walden, the district attorney, is theW.
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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book. Start with the sentence 'The Trials of Nikki Hill
  San Diego County Deputy District Attorney Michael Runyon and Alameda County Deputy District Attorney Patricia Ector, two old friends who were kind enough to read the early drafts of this text and offer their comments'.
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conversations.value: The Trials of Nikki Hill
  San Diego County Deputy District Attorney Michael Runyon and Alameda County Deputy District Attorney Patricia Ector, two old friends who were kind enough to read the early drafts of this text and offer their comments.
  Special thanks to a lawyer with a conscience, my former boss, Head Deputy District Attorney Roger Gunson, Los Angeles County District Attorney's Office. We tried.
  Dean Leigh Taylor and the faculty and student body at Southwestern University School of Law, for putting up with all the distractions.
  Deputy District Attorneys Michelle Gilmore, Karen Nobomoto, Charlene Underwood, and Shante Penland, for your inspiration.
  My good friend and mentor, Norman Brokaw, chairman of the board at the William Morris Agency, and my literary agent, Mel Berger. Thanks guys. We did it our way, with class and dignity.
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conversations.value: four more paragraphs. Start with the sentence 'Goodman, who'd been a little lost in those blue eyes, saw them widen'.
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conversations.value: Goodman, who'd been a little lost in those blue eyes, saw them widen. Then the generous mouth opened, ready to scream. But no sound came. He couldn't tell what was happening to the woman. Some sort of seizure?
  Her bundle of dirty clothes slipped from her fingers and she began to sway. Goodman grabbed her before her knees gave out. She was no wisp of a girl and her inert weight dragged him down with her, pinning him to the cement walk. He looked up at Morales for help, but his partner was running past them, ignoring them completely.
  He stood up and leaned over the balcony railing in time to see Morales stumbling down the hillside toward...
  In all his years on the force he'd never seen anything quite like it. Definitely not in the bright Southern California sunshine. A body—certainly Arthur Lydon's—was lying on its back a hundred yards or so down the hill. Blood covered everything—clothes, face, hands, spiky hair. It still looked red enough to be fresh. Even worse, entrails spilled from a gaping wound in the man's stomach like glistening worms. The birds—the pigeons—were engaged in an afternoon meal the horror of which was light-years beyond anything Alfred Hitchcock could have imagined.
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conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
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conversations.value: She and Virgil were maintaining a steady relationship that, both of them agreed, should be allowed to progress slowly. They attended church regularly and on more than one occasion had had cordial, if brief, conversations after the services with her father and her step-relations.
  Loreen Battles's romance with Sonny the bodyguard lasted for only that one night of bliss. As she later confided to Nikki, "The man is a splendid physical specimen, but he's so wrapped up in his bodyguard bullshit he doesn't know anything else is going on in the world. He's so out of it he thinks Boyz II Men is a day-care center."
  Nikki began to experience something rare for her, an almost ordinary life. A last wrinkle was ironed out one afternoon when she answered her office phone and heard that familiar voice. "Hi, Nikki, how's it goin'?"
  His admission of guilt was like a curtain being pulled back from a window and the sunlight shining through. She felt so blissfully happy she had to fight to keep her voice neutral. "What is it you want, Mace?"
  A few moments later, her giddiness under control, she told Mason Durant she thought she could do that one last, little thing.