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Justice doesn’t necessarily make the world a better place. Compassion always does.
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James Patterson (NYPD Red 3 (NYPD Red, #3))
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Justice doesn’t necessarily make the world a better place. Compassion always does.’” I
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was as surprised to hear me say it as I was. “Where have
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James Patterson (NYPD Red 3 (NYPD Red, #3))
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sales guy at the dollar
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sheepish. “My job is to give these kids guidance on mise-en-scène,
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James Patterson (NYPD Red 3 (NYPD Red, #3))
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diminutive Mr. B was a private eye. The
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grandeur that few people ever
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Of course I knew him. You think I’m going to let my kid ride around in a car without meeting the guy behind the wheel?” “And?” “He passed the test. I trusted him with my grandson. But now I’m nervous. I haven’t seen Lonnie since yesterday. Should I be worried?” “We have no reason to think anything is
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ten times a day. I was shorthanded, so it wasn’t
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Did you ever hear the story of the man who walks past the mental hospital?” he said. “He can hear all the patients inside shouting, ‘Thirteen! Thirteen! Thirteen!,’ but the fence is too high for him to see what is going on. Then he spots a knothole in one of the planks. He looks through it, and bam—a stick pokes him in the eye, and he hears the inmates all shouting, ‘Fourteen! Fourteen! Fourteen!’” He took a sip of his cocoa. “I mind my own business, Detectives.
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never hurt. He went
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James Patterson (NYPD Red 3 (NYPD Red, #3))
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Did you ever hear the story of the man who walks past the mental hospital?” he said. “He can hear all the patients inside shouting, ‘Thirteen! Thirteen! Thirteen!,’ but the fence is too high for him to see what is going on. Then he spots a knothole in one of the planks. He looks through it, and bam—a stick pokes him in the eye, and he hears the inmates all shouting, ‘Fourteen! Fourteen! Fourteen!
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James Patterson (NYPD Red 3 (NYPD Red, #3))