The Tarnished ShieldFithian Press, 1996 - 192 Seiten |
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... asked , throwing his hands into the air in a feigned gesture of innocence . " The message didn't ask me to come , Jimmy , it was a direc- tive , " Harley said . " So suppose you tell me why I'm here . " Jack Harley , looking very tired ...
... asked , throwing his hands into the air in a feigned gesture of innocence . " The message didn't ask me to come , Jimmy , it was a direc- tive , " Harley said . " So suppose you tell me why I'm here . " Jack Harley , looking very tired ...
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... asked , " What the hell was that supposed to be ? You guys going into show business ? Get in here , " he ordered , and returned to his office , fighting hard to suppress his laughter . " Never mind the de - energizer . Get the damn ...
... asked , " What the hell was that supposed to be ? You guys going into show business ? Get in here , " he ordered , and returned to his office , fighting hard to suppress his laughter . " Never mind the de - energizer . Get the damn ...
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... asked . " Will the department treat you differently now that you have been cleared ? " " I guess that for some , the old adage ' where there's smoke there's fire ' will apply , but most of the guys I know will treat me just the same ...
... asked . " Will the department treat you differently now that you have been cleared ? " " I guess that for some , the old adage ' where there's smoke there's fire ' will apply , but most of the guys I know will treat me just the same ...
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Abschnitt 2 | 15 |
Abschnitt 3 | 24 |
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