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			<title>Chapter 15: Four Wheels</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; When we finally started back to HOI&amp;rsquo;s, it started to rain justas a slight mist. As I drove, it quickly turned into a downpour. While waitingfor the light to change, I watched my wipers do their frantic, happy danceacross my windshield but it had little effect. I glanced in my ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter: 14 Spin Cycle</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; Mrs. Traubman satback down after retrieving it from the table and read the other the newmagazine. She was beginning to feel the warmth. She finished it, and startedlooking through the stack of old ones when she heard a noise. She looked overand saw Mrs. Fleming outside, straining at t..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 13: Friends and Family</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Once she got the news, she knew she couldn&amp;rsquo;tuse any of her phones. They were more than likely tapped. She remembered therewas a pay phone two miles away at the Marina where they kept theirnew boat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She had tried four times in three days, butfoun..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 12: The Last Word  </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bleacher finished his lunch,sipped his coffee, and looked over to Emmett. He was still eating his lunch.Emmett had been brought in to replace Roberts, who was still at the Mall. Theyhad been together for three weeks, with Bleacher providing training. He sti..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 11: Two Questions</title>
			<description>Aswe&amp;rsquo;d agreed, I&amp;rsquo;d dropped him off at the beginning of each block, then drove tothe other end, turned around and parked on the opposite side. From there, Ieasily could look out my window and keep a real good eye on him, just like Itold her I would. He&amp;rsquo;d already canvasse..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 10: The New Financier</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; Iled the way in the Jag and Sal followed, driving the Crown Victoria. When wefinally got there, I turned in the Jag so Sandy could get out on bail. I thendrove us home in the Crown Vic and Sandy sat in the passenger seat. Sal quicklyfell asleep in the back. I had things I really w..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 9: Night after Night     </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; I&amp;rsquo;venever told anyone about this before.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After talking with Moffat, I remembered about&amp;ldquo;The four P&amp;rsquo;s&amp;rdquo;. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So many years ago I was &amp;lsquo;in country&amp;rsquo; inViet Nam. It was a time of hurry up and wait, with lots of waiting ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8: Big Change, Little Change</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ithad started out like it always had. Moffat had seen it happen so many, manytimes before. The losses added up quickly and, as always, he found himselfbetting more just to try to regain, than to win. Moffat sensed people allaround were looking at him, just watching and waiti..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7: All the Time</title>
			<description>Bleacher knew they were both probably still cursing at him, even thoughhe couldn&amp;rsquo;t hear them now. He continued working his way alone, feeling theedges of the brush on either side to stay on the path, then stopped. He threwhis old ones and the other pair that didn't fit off the path a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6: Blood Money</title>
			<description>WhenI got back from HOI&amp;rsquo;s I checked into the Red Roof Inn, unpacked, and got someice out of the machine down the hallway.&amp;nbsp;I realized that finding the Albers boys wasn&amp;rsquo;t going to an easy task.Although Irma told me she would call and let me know when they returned, I knew..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5: Catch and Release</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; Bleacherwalked alone through the woods following the leaf-covered path, his long andlean frame making big strides. The wet brush of late afternoon lazily stretchedout from both sides of the path, clinging to his uniform as he walked by,leaving growing stains on his shirt and pants. ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4: Disconnecting at Hoi&amp;rsquo;s</title>
			<description>Thestool I usually sat on was two over and occupied by a biker. I was glad it wastaken. I had seen his chopper when I had pulled into the lot. Soon after Irmabrought my Diet Coke and promised to return to me shortly, two other bikerscame in and sat in the two empties between Bandana-Head a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3: The Farmer's Wife</title>
			<description>Itoriginally been Dennison&amp;rsquo;s idea, but Elliot, after thinking it over for acouple of days, had also thought it was, at this point and time, a very goodoption to pursue. They&amp;rsquo;d both ruled out everything else. And they both agreedthat something had to be done.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: A Little Miss Placement</title>
			<description>Ellenthought this whole damn thing was taking way too long. Her attorney had said itwould take some time but she never imagined it would have lasted over an hourand a half and still not be completed. It wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have taken long at all,Davis had told her earlier, if she had made out a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Questions and Answers</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Well,what did I tell you?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had ignored Dennison&amp;rsquo;s first question. Thatwas the one thing that annoyed me most about him: he liked to ask questions.Lots of them. If he got started, I considered myself real lucky if I got him tostop at four. Sometimes if..</description>
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			<title>Small Town Dancers</title>
			<description>Think of a small, calm lake where a big rock is thrown. The ripples from the center reach the shore, come back to the center, and then go back to the shore again. These stories are all the ripples. </description>
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