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Prelude ILondon, 1952When he was dying, the old man had the male nurses carry him out onto the balcony overlooking the Thames, lb the left, in the distance, was the Tower Bridge. It looked like some sort of dreamed place, especially if it was misty, or there was a haze in the air. On his narrow...

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CHAPTER ONEFor Matt Taylor, Monday night in a Los Angeles hotel was like this.A knockout Oriental hooker came into the lobby bar but passed him up to go talk to some bald guy sitting at a table in the corner; five minutes later, they left together and Matt hoped they both had AIDS.The bartender...

PROLOGUEMaria Barsotti shifted the sleeping child in her arms, trying to get comfortable, but no matter what airline it was or what they said in their commercials to grab your money, airplane seats were never big enough for comfort.Maybe up in the first class section, and she had thought for a...