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Burn (Michael Bennett, #7) Burn by James Patterson
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“Across from the famous jewelry store on Fifth Avenue at Fifty-Seventh Street, we sat in the back of a graffiti-covered white box truck watching the world go by on the surveillance vehicle’s hidden high-def camera. So far there had been no sign of the thieves. Or even Audrey Hepburn.”
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“and Amora, but this time poolside with Amora’s”
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“The haughtiness suddenly fell from Hamster’s face. He looked at us fearfully for a long second.”
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“the September wind wafting the few trees West End still had lining the block to the south. I guess absence really does make the heart grow fonder,”
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“volunteer servers that pass data back and forth in an elaborate routing system with multiple levels of encryption to maintain secrecy.”
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“Deepnet. It’s Internet stuff that doesn’t register on surface search sites like Google. A bunch of underground sites use this thing called the Tor network, which is basically a bunch of connected random”
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“Alberto Witherspoon sat in the restaurant part of O’Lunney’s among the Times Square tourists, watching the cops at the bar.”
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“Or a lip ring, I guess you’d call it. Whatever it was, it was absolutely not up to the NYPD’s professional-appearance standards.”
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“Alejandro Soto, the highest-ranking of the Tepito cartel members in attendance, seemed especially curious from where he sat closest to the witness box. I recognized his gaunt, ugly features from the video of the Bronx motel where he had brought my friend Tara to rape and kill her.”
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“Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive from thy bounty through Christ Our Lord. Amen,”
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“I’d managed to get ahold of my first coffee of the morning and had just declined a third call from some annoyingly persistent New York Times reporter when I looked up and saw Chief of Detectives Neil Fabretti come through the command post door. I almost didn’t recognize him in his stately white-collar uniform.”
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“The billionaire, Gabe Chayefsky. He’s the guy who hired me to empty that bank box.”
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“Deepnet. It’s Internet stuff that doesn’t register on surface search sites like Google. A bunch of underground sites use this thing called the Tor network, which is basically a bunch of connected random volunteer servers that pass data back and forth in an elaborate routing system with multiple levels of encryption to maintain secrecy.”
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“Alberto”
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“Witherspoon sat in the restaurant part of O’Lunney’s among the Times Square tourists, watching the cops at the bar.”
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“Those who would sacrifice freedom for security deserve neither and will lose both’?” “What’s that other quote about a well-balanced Irishman?” Emily said, hopping from the van. “‘They have a chip on both shoulders’?”
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“there, but it was some half-assed firework or”
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“his eyes sarcastically. “Actually, my”
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“It’s OK,” I said to them. “It’s all right. I was actually dumb enough to want to be a cop.”
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“They cut her and cooked her and ate her up.”
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“Those who would sacrifice freedom for security deserve neither and will lose both’?”
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“Tara McLellan, who these men have been convicted of killing, was a colleague of mine and a very close family friend.”
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“worked in New York my whole life—actually lived only about twenty blocks away—and had never even heard of this place, or the Freedom Tunnel, for that matter. This city never failed to surprise. Hamster got out of the car, his big eyes blinking through the tangled gray mop of his hair as he looked around. We listened to the cooing of pigeons nesting in the crevices of the raised roadbed above as we waited.”
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