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10 The cops at the Twentieth Precint weren’t overly impressed that I’d been on the job . . .
11 “It’s kind of spooky,” Elaine said. “He died before he could get in touch with you.
12 “Father Michael Joyner,” Gordie Keltner said. “I get mail from him, I suppose . . .
13 We sat at a table off to the side. I had a mug of strong black coffee and he had a bottle . . .
14 I woke up around two after five hours of a restless, dream-ridden sleep, most of it . . .
15 “Five Borough Cable,” Danny Boy said. “A good idea, based on the premise that . . .
16 “The rest was pretty much the way we figured,” I told Durkin.
17 I walked over to where Richard Thurman lived and stood in a doorway across . . .
18 The papers loved it. Richard Thurman had fallen to his death just a matter of yards from . . .
19 I stayed close to home on Saturday, leaving during the day only to eat a sandwich . . .
20 When I went to sleep that night the videocassette was on the table next to the clock, and . . .
21 I called at four o’clock. She must have been sitting right next to the phone.
22 In the morning I finally got around to stowing The Dirty Dozen in my safe-deposit box.
23 The first shot was rushed, and wide of the mark. It took her in the right shoulder, I tucked . . .
24 Outside the sun was bright and the air crisp and cold.
Enter the World of Matthew Scudder