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A Merciful Death (Mercy Kilpatrick, #1) A Merciful Death by Kendra Elliot
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“Use it up. Wear it out. Make do or do without.”
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“He hated nothing worse than people who spoke to hear themselves talk or people who tried to cover up that they were slackers by using an avalanche of words.”
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“What you need to know is that you’re a strong person and you can do whatever the hell you feel like, as long as you’re not hurting anyone else. If you don’t like the way something makes you feel, then change it.”
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“Mercy looked ready to dissolve into a puddle of stressed-out-special-agent goo.”
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“That shouldn’t have happened. Mercy heard voices upstairs and followed. Two crime scene techs”
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“Plus she’d been taught to appreciate what she had. It seemed as if today’s kids focused on things they didn’t have and how to convince their parents to buy them. I”
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“He set off down the dirt road, cursing at himself. Being reckless wasn’t his thing. He thought things through before taking action, but for some reason his brain was slightly disconnected from his actions tonight.
His mother would call it testosterone poisoning.”
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“Panic attack countermeasure
- Count five things you can touch
- Count four things you can see
- Count three things you can hear
- Count two things you can smell
- All calm; I'm grounded

technique in A Merciful Death”
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“Her”
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“Toby didn’t say anything. Mercy”
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“More words did not mean more intelligence.”
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“You uncle was a fighter.

Absolutely. He didn't take shit from anyone. I suspect he was very offended that someone was trying to kill him and struck back from sheer pissed-offedness instead of self-defense...I suspect he's sitting in heaven all proud that he fought until the end but still pissed that they got the best of him.”
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“Then he'd received the call from Eagle's Nest and his brain had seized the idea, as if someone had thrown him a lifeline. A small town where everyone knew everyone else. A town where people looked out for their neighbors and didn't set their significant others on fire.

It became a beacon of change in his mind. A city where he wouldn't deal with gangs or excessive homelessness.

A town where he could be a person, not a uniform, who helped.

"Shitty people are everywhere," the psychiatrist had told Truman when they'd discussed his job offer. "Small towns, big cities, African villages. You can't run away from it.”
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“Mercy bit the inside of her cheek.”
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“than the other scenes,” said Mercy. “It feels rushed. Like he didn’t find what he expected when he entered the house. No one else was shot to death in their kitchen. Even with Jefferson Biggs, it appeared they had a drink before he became suspicious.” “I agree,” said Eddie. “Especially since Anders fired a weapon at our suspect. Our guy was the aggressor in our other scenes. What went wrong this time?” “Come look back here.” Truman gestured for the agents to follow him. They trailed him down a long hallway to a small room at the back of the house. In the closet a gun safe stood wide open. And full of guns. “He didn’t take the weapons.” Mercy looked stunned. “Was he scared off?” “Anders Beebe’s sister showed up at five this morning to drive him to Portland for a doctor’s visit later this morning.” “All the way in Portland?” asked Eddie. “A cancer specialist.” “Oh.” Agent Peterson pushed on the nose of his glasses. “So it’s possible she interrupted something.” “She said her brother was warm when she found him, but she didn’t hear anyone else or see anyone leave.” “How about another vehicle?”
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