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Dedication
Prologue
“It’s the little things that change your life.
It was an important, even symbolic, moment for both of them.
“It went South.”
From the moment he heard the facts, Detective Jonathon Novack realized exactly what he had.
December thirty-first held absolutely no special significance for Tim Wallace.
The Purple Rose apparently never got the memo that everything had changed since Maggie’s death.
“Trust me, I freaked him out … totally freaked him out,”
If the night out was meant to ease Tim’s entry back into the world,
Kinnelon is in the most rustic part of New Jersey.
Tim’s leaving for work in the morning was delayed five minutes
The van was a three-year-old Chevy Caravan,
For Jonathon Novack, the phone call was the best Christmas present he had gotten. Ever.
The discovery of the body immediately turned the park into a crime scene.
Tim made a quick stop at home to walk Kiley before heading back out.
“If Cashman lived within two hundred miles of here or Kinnelon, he changed his name,”
Tim’s next few days were “Cashman-free,”
Novack could feel the frustration setting in already.
Ricardo Vasquez was completely unaware of just how significant a man he had become.
Different people relax in different ways, and the best way for Tim was to play racquetball.
The Englewood Racquet Club never knew what hit it.
When Anders came into Novack’s office, he had that look on his face.
Hammond, Simmons, and Carcher had their own four-story building off Route 17 in Ridgewood.
Carson, Wyoming, was everything that Anders and Novack expected, and less.
They shouldn’t have agreed to buy the beer.
Novack and Anders were back in Chief Drew’s office at nine A.M.
“We’ve got enough, Captain. We’ve got more than enough.”
“We need to talk. Immediately.”
This time there was no internal debate.
Lucia Angelos had no idea that two cameras and three agents were watching her every move.
Tim had to take deep breaths and tell himself not to panic.
Nick knew even before he saw the note that Tim had run.
“I know where you can stay,” Eden said.
The media was enlisted in the hunt for Tim at six A.M.
“I’m sorry I did that to you,”
“This is the man we are looking for.
By ten o’clock in the morning, over a thousand tips had come in to Nick’s hotline.
Sitting in that strange house, reading the file, Tim had never felt so alone,
Despite Nick’s stated assurance that
“You have no idea where he is?” Danny asked.
The man who had killed Jeff Cashman didn’t much care for his latest assignment.
Denise Wagner’s career was not exactly taking off.
“So Cashman is real?
“He should not be there. Can I say it any more clearly than that?”
Carl White received the information first, which reflected his higher status as a federal agent.
According to Nick’s list, the Oceanfast 360s were spread out through the metropolitan area.
The license plate on the car following Eden was stolen.
Jimmy Lee’s story didn’t set the world on fire,
Cindy could tell that something was bothering Novack.
Eden was not happy about following Tim’s instructions.
Nick knew exactly what it meant when he got an 8 A.M. call from Novack,
“I think we should go to Donovan with this,”
“I need to speak to Novack,”
Tim was watching CNN when he found out that he’d shot Novack.
There was a steady stream of visitors to Novack’s hospital room during the next twenty-four hours.
Richie Patrick was waiting for Eden when she entered her house.
Eden had absolutely no idea where she was.
The ceremony that would officially open the Federal Center was forty-eight hours away,
“You want me to meet with him?
Nick and Novack quickly negotiated the terms and details of his meeting with Tim.
“It’s Meredith. I need to talk to you about Tim.”
“The frustrating thing about money is that it’s impossible to own all of it,”
The president of the United States is the elephant in every room he is ever in.
President Markham arrived promptly fifteen minutes before the end of the cocktail party.
At first, almost nobody in the hall realized what was happening.
The late-night piano player in the ship’s main bar was better than Byron Carthon expected.
There was no point in waiting any longer.
Epilogue
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