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Tim Hess is a semi-retired veteran cop staring at a death sentence—his own. In the throes of a losing battle against cancer, his time is literally running out. Three times divorced, childless, Hess is the classic loner cop—and he's happy to accept the job held out to him: tracking down a ruthless killer who's been abducting beautiful young women from Orange County.

Merci Rayborn has a reputation for causing trouble. Brash, ambitious, and impatient, she hasn't devoted any time to...

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Overview

Tim Hess is a semi-retired veteran cop staring at a death sentence—his own. In the throes of a losing battle against cancer, his time is literally running out. Three times divorced, childless, Hess is the classic loner cop—and he's happy to accept the job held out to him: tracking down a ruthless killer who's been abducting beautiful young women from Orange County.

Merci Rayborn has a reputation for causing trouble. Brash, ambitious, and impatient, she hasn't devoted any time to her personal life, and she's not terribly popular with her peers or her superiors—a matter that isn't helped by the sexual harassment case she's recently filed against some fellow officers. Hess isn't thrilled to be taking orders from this difficult yet smart young woman. And he certainly isn't planning to fall in love with her. . . .

Intricately plotted and surprisingly moving, The Blue Hour is T. Jefferson Parker's most compelling—and satisfying—thriller yet.

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Just as he did in his hypnotic 1998 thriller, Where Serpents Lie , T. Jefferson Parker continues to display a remarkable ability to reimagine, and therefore revitalize, a played-out popular form. His latest novel, The Blue Hour , is, like its predecessor, a serial killer novel, one more in the endless procession that has followed in the wake of Thomas Harris's remarkable success. Unlike most of the breed, however, Just as he did in his hypnotic 1998 thriller, Where Serpents Lie , T. Jefferson Parker continues to display a remarkable ability to reimagine, and therefore revitalize, a played-out popular form. His latest novel, The Blue Hour , is, like its predecessor, a serial killer novel, one more in the endless procession that has followed in the wake of Thomas Harris's remarkable success. Unlike most of the breed, however, The Blue Hour brings a clean, clear style and a fresh personal vision to some familiar material. The result is a page-turner with substance, a grisly, gripping thriller with an emotional weight and a moral dimension that are entirely its own.

In Orange County, California, an unknown killer is attacking beautiful women in the parking lots of crowded malls, and then driving away with them in their own vehicles, after which none of the women are ever seen again. Despite the absence of bodies, forensic evidence suggests that the killer — dubbed The Purse Snatcher by the local press — is draining the bodies of blood and then embalming them, thus preserving the corpses for some fetishistic purpose of his own.

Spearheading the investigation for the Orange County Sheriff's Department is Detective Sergeant Merci Rayborn, an angry, ambitious, often difficult woman who has recently initiated a controversial sexual harassment suit against her own former partner in the homicide division. As a result of this suit, Merci's actions and job performance are being scrutinized with a greater than normal intensity both by the public and by her fellow officers, many of whom are actively hoping to see her fail.

Joining Merci on the case is sixty-seven-year-old consultant Tim Hess, a recently retired homicide veteran who has just been diagnosed with cancer. Hess has lost part of one lung and is currently enduring a debilitating series of treatments involving both chemotherapy and radiation. Faced with what may turn out to be his own death sentence, Hess views the case as an unexpected opportunity to be "useful," to make one last contribution to the well-being of his beleaguered community.

Parker skillfully moves the narrative back and forth between the carefully articulated viewpoints of both hunter and hunted. Along the way, he supplements his account of the day-to-day progress of a complex investigation with chilling excursions into the psychology of a sexual psychopath, and with detailed discussions of a number of relevant subjects, including methods of embalming, techniques of high-tech car theft, and the deployment of a controversial "deterrent" called chemical castration, in which sex offenders are regularly injected with progesterone, a female hormone that results in the gradual destruction of the male sex drive, along with a number of equally unpleasant side effects.

Parker — to my mind one of the more underappreciated figures in contemporary crime fiction — gives us an expertly constructed narrative that moves swiftly and gracefully through a series of carefully prepared surprises toward a violent and credible conclusion. The real pleasures of this book, though, are the pleasures of character, of genuine emotional involvement with the lives and dilemmas of believable people. Merci Rayborn, a smart, driven woman fueled by a rage she cannot always control, becomes progressively more real, and progressively more sympathetic, as the story unfolds. Tim Hess, a decent man whose sense of moral responsibility is heightened by his unanticipated confrontation with mortality, is equally well-drawn. The evolving relationship between the two, which is initially adversarial but gradually moves in unexpected directions, stands at the center of the narrative and accounts for a good deal of its considerable emotional strength.

The Blue Hour , then, comes highly recommended, even to those readers who are justifiably sick of the serial killer subgenre. Parker brings something of his own to the form, a combination of personal commitment and technical skill that lends depth, and a surprising freshness, to an overworked corner of the literary world.

—Bill Sheehan

New York Times Book Review
...[A]nother insanely imaginative thriller from T. Jefferson Parker....the wondrously weird characters [take] this lurid plot to its outer limits.
NY Times Book Review
...[A]nother insanely imaginative thriller from T. Jefferson Parker....the wondrously weird characters [take] this lurid plot to its outer limits.
Publishers Weekly
This blast from Parker's past is as fresh today as when first published a decade ago. The plot may be familiar—a seemingly mismatched cop duo searches for a shrewd serial killer—but the spin the author gives it is as original and surprising as his characters. Tavia Gilbert is particularly on target in giving voice to the ambitious, over-achieving young detective in charge of the investigation, Merci Rayborn. Gilbert begins with a brusque, abrasive approach that softens slowly as Merci comes to appreciate and even love her partner, Tim Hess, a 70-year-old, recently retired cop undergoing cancer treatment. Gilbert's vocal treatment of Hess isn't quite as successful. She captures his sense of professionalism and confidence, but does not convey his age and weariness. She uses subtle but effective changes to distinguish the rest of the cast, saving her better interpretations for two of the detectives' prime suspects—a credible European accent for a creepy Romanian former sex offender, and a sarcastic tone for an obnoxious self-styled “golden boy” who thinks of himself in the third person as Big Bill Wayne. She also adds her own enhancement to Parker's uniquely thrilling and poignant finale. A Hyperion hardcover. (Nov.)
Library Journal
Parker serves up another Orange County, CA, police procedural, this time pairing retired expert cop Tim Hess with brash young detective Merci Rayborn. They're an unlikely team fighting a nasty serial killer who abducts wealthy, attractive women, eviscerates them, and then apparently saves their bodies. What is even more unlikely is that a 70-year-old retiree fighting lung cancer could take orders from and work effectively with an ambitious woman half his age. But not only do they work well together--they find themselves falling in love. Parker's seventh thriller (after Where Serpents Lie, LJ 1/98) has enough chills and twists to keep the pages turning, but the real story here is the surprising love match that Parker manages to pull off with realistic characters and true emotion. This will be another hit for Parker's fans and will appeal to Michael Connolly's as well. Recommended for all fiction collections.--Rebecca House Stankowski, Purdue Univ. Calumet Lib., Hammond, IN Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
NY Times Book Review
...[A]nother insanely imaginative thriller from T. Jefferson Parker....the wondrously weird characters [take] this lurid plot to its outer limits.
Tom Nolan
[A] gripping crime novel...What distinguishes this moving book are the finely defined characters, the author's accomplished style (which sketches his Orange County turf and surf in vivid strokes) and tale's unexpected twists.
The Wall Street Journal
Kirkus Reviews
Parker's seventh California thriller (Where Serpents Lie, 1998, etc.) leads with a bright new twist: the hero is Tim Hess, a retired, divorced, and childless cop with an apparent death sentence of cancer hanging over him as he goes about tracking down a serial killer. Meanwhile, he's keeping company with—and taking orders from—good-looking, right uppity Detective Merci Rayborn, who can be one big pain and has already marked her way up the ladder of promotions. The two of them want to find the Purse Snatcher, a kidnaping slayer of beautiful Laguna County women. But since there are no bodies, only the women's purses lying in blood, might they still be alive? As often happens with Parker novels, the main plot has familiar echoes, but that hardly matters when the reader is guaranteed a richly metaphoric and suspenseful ride to the end, especially as Hess's deepening passion for Merci gives him ever more reason to live. It's safe to say that Parker has never before come up with as moving an ending as he unwinds here, while titillating us along the way with a psycho whose only fault is his irresistible fixation on giving gorgeous women eternal beauty—just as the hormone treatments he's been given to reduce his sexual cravings have given him a pair of breasts. Ah, Parker in top form. (Author tour)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780786889693
  • Publisher: Hyperion
  • Publication date: 4/28/2000
  • Series: Merci Rayborn Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 480
  • Sales rank: 251,011
  • Product dimensions: 4.12 (w) x 6.75 (h) x 1.32 (d)

Meet the Author

T. Jefferson Parker

T. Jefferson Parker is the award-winning author of nine previous novels, including Silent Joe, The Blue Hour, and Red Light—which was nominated for an Edgar Award for best novel. He lives in Fallbrook, California.

Biography

One of the best loved crime writers of our time, T. Jefferson Parker was born in Los Angeles and has lived all of his life in Southern California. The poster boy for Orange County, he enjoyed an almost idyllic childhood bodysurfing, playing in Little League, and enjoying family outings with his parents and siblings. He was educated in public schools in Orange County and received his bachelor's degree in English from the University of California, Irvine, in 1976. (He was honored in 1992 as the University's Distinguished Alumnus.)

His writing career began in 1978 as a cub reporter on the weekly newspaper, The Newport Ensign. After covering crime, city hall, and local culture for the Ensign, Parker moved on to the Daily Pilot newspaper, where he won three Orange County Press Club awards for his articles. During this time, he filed away information he would later use to develop characters and plot points for his novels.

Published in 1985, Parker's first book, Laguna Heat, was written in whatever spare time he could find during his stint as a reporter. The book received rave reviews and was made into an HBO movie starring Harry Hamlin, Jason Robards and Rip Torn.

Since that auspicious beginning, Parker has made a name for himself with smart, savvy bestsellers dealing with crime, life, and death in sunny Southern California. In 2001, he hit the jackpot with Silent Joe, a bittersweet thriller that won the Mystery Writers of America's coveted Edgar Award for Best Novel. In 2004, he repeated the feat with Califoria Girl, making him one of only two writers (the other is James Lee Burke) ever to have won two Best Novel Edgars. Among other honors and accolades, Parker has won the Los Angeles Times Book Prize for Best Mystery/Thriller and the Southern California Booksellers Award for Best Novel of the Year. His books continue to score big on the national bestseller lists.

Good To Know

The "T" in Parker's name doesn't really stand for anything. His mother once told him she thought it would look good on the presidential letterhead!

In an interview with hardluckstories.com, Parker explained how his definition of noir has altered: "It seems to me that since 9/11 our appetites for darkness have shrunk a little. Mine have. I know that as a writer I've tried to bring more breadth and humanity to my stories. I think when all is said and done, a noir attitude is fine, but it's still just an attitude, a pose.

Parker's first wife, Catherine, died of a brain tumor at a very young age. He has since remarried happily.

In an interview with Harlan Coben, Parker was asked about the state of crime writing, i.e., what's wrong and what's right with it. "I think the Achilles heel of mystery/crime writing is character," he responded. "You have to have good characters—and sometimes I think mystery writers rely to heavily on plot and velocity of plot at the expense of characters."

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    1. Hometown:
      Fallbrook, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      December 26, 1953
    2. Place of Birth:
      Los Angeles, California
    1. Education:
      B.A. in English, University of California-Irvine, 1976
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Chapter One



That Sunday evening Tim Hess lumbered down the sidewalk to the snack stand at 15th Street. The skaters parted but paid him no attention. It was cool for August and the red flag on the lifeguard house pointed stiff to the east. The air smelled of the Pacific and ketchup.



Hess got coffee and headed across the sand. He sat down on the picnic bench and squinted out at the waves. A big south swell was coming and the sea looked lazy and dangerous.



A minute later Chuck Brighton joined him at the table. His tie flapped in the breeze and his white hair flared up on one side then lay down again. He set a briefcase onto the bench and sat down beside it facing Hess. He tore open a pack of sugar.



"Hello, boss," said Hess.



"Tim, how are you feeling?"



"I feel damned good, considering. Just look at me."



Brighton looked at him and said nothing. Then he leaned forward on his elbows. He was a big man and when he shifted his weight on the wooden bench Hess could feel the table move because the benches and the table were connected with steel pipe. Hess looked at the angry waves again. He had lived his childhood here in Newport Beach, well over half a century ago.



"You'll have to feel damn good for something like this. I haven't seen anything like it since Kraft. It would have to happen now, six months after my best detective retires."



Hess didn't acknowledge the compliment. Brighton had always been as generous with his praise as he was with his punishments. They'd worked together for over forty years and they were friends.



"We can put you back on payroll as a consultant. Full time, and you get all the medical. Forget the Medicare runaround."



"That's what I'm after."



Brighton smiled in a minor key. "I think you're after more than that, Tim. I think you need a way to stay busy, keep your hand in things."



"There is that."



"He's got to be some kind of psychopath. There really isn't much to go on yet. This kinda guy makes me sick."



Hess had suspected but now he knew. "The National Forest dumps."



"Dump isn't really the word. But you saw the news. They both went missing from shopping malls, at night. Cops waited the usual forty-eight to take the missing persons reports. The first was half a year ago, the Newport woman. We found her purse and the blood. That was a month after she bought nylons at Neiman-Marcus, walked out and disappeared forever."



Brighton squared his briefcase, fingered the latches, then sighed and folded his hands on it.



"Then yesterday late, the Laguna one. A week ago she went to the Laguna Hills Mall and vanished from sight. Hikers found her purse. The ground near it was soaked in blood again--like the first. It'll hit the news tomorrow--repeat this, serial that. More mayhem on the Ortega Highway. Both the victims--apparent victims--were good people, Tim. Young, attractive, bright women. People loved them. One married, one not."



Hess remembered the newspaper picture. One of those women who seems to have it all, then has nothing at all.



He looked up the crowded sidewalk toward his apartment and drank more coffee. It made his teeth ache but his teeth ached most of the time now anyway.



"So, it's two sites off the Ortega in Cleveland National Forest, about a hundred yards apart. They're eight miles this side of the county line. Two patches of blood-stained ground. Blood-drenched is how the crime scene investigator described it. Scraps of human viscera likely at the second one. Lab's working up the specimens. No bodies. No clothing. No bones. Nothing. Just the purses left behind, with the credit cards still in them, no cash, no driver's licenses. Some kind of fetish or signature, I guess. They're half a year apart, but it's got to be the same guy."



"Everyday women's purses?"



"If bloodstained and chewed by animals is everyday."



"What kind of animals?"



"Hell, Tim. I don't know."



Hess didn't expect an answer. It was not the kind of answer the sheriff-coroner of a county of 2.7 million needed to have. But he asked because scavengers have differing tastes and habits, and if you can establish what did the eating you can estimate how fresh it was. You could build a time line, confirm or dispute one. It was the kind of knowledge that you got from forty-two years as a deputy, thirty in homicide.



We are old men, Hess thought. The years have become hours and this is what we do with our lives.



He looked at the sheriff. Brighton wore the brown wool-mix off-the-rack sport coats that always make cops look like cops. Hess wore one too, though he was almost half a year off the force.



"Who's got it?" asked Hess.



"Well, Phil Kemp and Merci Rayborn got the call for the Newport Beach woman. Her name was Lael Jillson. That was back in February. So this should be theirs, too, but there's been some problems."



Hess knew something of the problems. "Kemp and Rayborn. I thought that was a bad combination."



"I know. We thought two opposites would make one whole, and we were wrong. I split them up a couple of months ago. Phil's fine with that. I wasn't sure who to put her with, to tell you the truth. Until now."



Hess knew something of Merci Rayborn. Her father was a longtime Sheriff Department investigator--burg/theft, fraud, then administration. Hess never knew him well. He had accepted a pink-labeled cigar when Merci was born, and he had followed her life through brief conversations with her father. To Hess she was more a topic than a person, in the way that children of co-workers often are.



At first she was a department favorite, but the novelty of a second-generation deputy wore off fast. There were a half dozen of them. Hess had found her to be aggressive, bright and a little arrogant. She'd told him she expected to run the homicide detail by age forty, the crimes against persons section by fifty, then be elected sheriff-coroner at fifty-eight. She was twenty-four at the time, working the jail as all Sheriff Department yearlings do. In the decade since then, she had not become widely liked. She seemed the opposite of her soft-spoken, modest father.



Hess thought it amusing how generations alternated traits so nimbly--he had seen it in his own nieces and nephews.



"Tim, she filed that lawsuit Friday afternoon. Went after Kemp for sexual harassment going back almost ten years. Physical stuff, she says. Well, by close of the workday two more female deputies had told the papers they were going to join in, file suits too. The lawyer's talking class action. So we've got a lot of deputies taking sides, the usual battle lines. I was sorry Rayborn did it, because basically she's a good investigator for being that young. I don't know what to make of those complaints. No one's ever complained about Phil before, except for him being Phil. Maybe that's enough these days. I don't know."



Hess saw the disappointment. For a public figure Brighton was a private man, and he bore his department's troubles as if they sprung from his own heart. He had always avoided conflict and wanted to be liked.



"I'll try to fly under all that."



"Good luck."



"What did the dogs find?" he asked.



"They worked a couple of trails between the sites and a fire road about a hundred yards south of the highway. The two trails were real close to each other--a hundred yards or so. He parked and carried them through the brush. Did whatever he does. Carried them back out, apparently. Besides that, nothing."



"How much blood?"



"We'll run saturation tests on soil from the new scene. Janet Kane was her name. With the first, most of it's dried up and decomposed. The lab might get some useful DNA. They're trying."



"I thought you'd find them buried out there."



"So did I. Dogs, methane probe, chopper, zip. A pea-sized part of my brain says they still might be alive."



Hess paused a moment to register his opinion on the subject of this hope. Then, "We might want to draw a bigger circle."



"That's up to you and Merci. Merci and you, to be exact. Her show, you know."



Hess turned and stared out at the riptides lacing the pale green ocean. He could feel Brighton's eyes on him.



"You do look good," said the sheriff. The breeze brought his words back toward Hess.



"I feel good."



"You're tougher than a boiled owl, Tim."



Hess could hear the sympathy in Brighton's voice. He knew that Brighton loved him but the tone pricked his pride and his anger, too.



The two men stood and shook hands.



"Thanks, Bright."



The sheriff opened his briefcase and handed Hess two green cardboard files secured by a thick rubber band. The top cover was stamped copy in red.



"There's some real ugly in this one, Tim."



"Absolutely."



"Stop by Personnel soon as you can. Marge'll have the paperwork ready."

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  • Posted March 8, 2014

    Exceptional characterization. Loved the way T. Jefferson Parker

    Exceptional characterization. Loved the way T. Jefferson Parker slipped in vivid details whether they appeared to belong where he put them or not. Loved the more global insights, too. A master-class if you're an author, a powerful reading experience for anyone.

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  • Posted April 30, 2012

    Very overrated book

    I bought this book because of good reviews. It starts ok but then it goes to such a bad story that I felt very cheated believing in all the good reviews.
    I found detailed description of embalming repulsive and completely unnecessary for the story.
    Don't buy this book.

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  • Posted June 17, 2009

    more from this reviewer

    this series has it aaaaahll

    T. Jefferson Parker's Merci series starting with Blue Moon is again a wonderful read, as all of I Mr. Parkers books are. Also read Red Light and Black Water, the second and third books in the series. Merci may seem a little "hard boiled", however, her sympathy comes through.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2008

    A writer hypnotizes and enchants you with words

    If you can read 'Blue Hour' without falling in love with Hess and Merci Rayborn....then you're not breathing. 'Blue Hour' cost me ten years of enamel off my teeth. Seldom does a writer draw you into the minds and emotions of his/her characters with such poignancy, such pathos, such empathy. Jeff's chracters are as real as your next-door neighbor..only infinitely more interesting and conplex. They go to bed with you. Jeffery Deaver is the master plotter, but Jeff Parker is the master spellbinder. I don't review Parker's books...I just pick them up and take them home. Don't call me, don't knock on my door...when I am reading a Jeff Parker book. Parker gets five stars (out of four) as far as I am concerned.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2002

    great reading

    ' a different type of detective story...one with great suspense,chills, and great ending.A sure to please novel by one great writer!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2000

    PURSES, EMBALMING FLUID, & DEATH AT THE MALLS!

    Ladies--always check the back seat of your car when getting into it at night, especially if you're out shopping at the malls. If you don't, the 'Purse Snatcher' may very well get you! This is the mantra expounded upon in T. Jefferson Parker's THE BLUE HOUR. Let me say right from the top that if you enjoyed WHERE SERPENTS LIE by Parker, then you most certainly will love this novel. THE BLUE HOUR is the story of Big Bill Wayne, a.k.a. the 'Purse Snatcher.' Big Bill has the looks of a blonde-haired model, eyes so sad that women just want to cuddle him, and a real deep passion for hunting beautiful ladies in the local malls. Big Bill doesn't rape the women he captures. No...no...no. This psychopath has a much broader spectrum of bizarre behavior. He like to kill his ladies, then embalm them for his own private collection. His moniker comes from the fact that he nearly always leaves the victim's purse behind as a signature...as a way of taunting the police, daring them to catch him. Well, the Orange County Sheriff Department is determined to do just that. They've called retired veteran, Tim Hess, back into service to help track down this nut case, and have paired him with Detective Merci Rayborn, a young, tough, no-nonsense kind of female cop who seems to have a chip on her shoulder the size of California. Rayborn, needless to say, is dead set on capturing this killer, and she's going to do it her way, without some old, decrepit, retired cop slowing her down, or trying to tell her how to do it. Hess, who is in the process of battling lung cancer, understands exactly where his partner is coming from, but he happens to have over forty years of experience behind him, and he knows how to get into the mind of a killer. The only thing he has to do is convince Rayborn to at least listen to his advice, if she really wants to catch the 'Purse Snatcher.' Together, if they don't kill each other first, they may just have a chance to nail this sucker. There is, however, one little catch that neither police officer is aware of. Having seen Merci Rayborn being interviewed on television by the news media, Big Bill has decided that it might be rather nice to add a cop to his collection. Who is the hunter and who is the hunted? Mr. Parker has written a gripping, tension-filled novel that honestly depicts the vulnerability of women in our society, and how easy it is for them to fall into the hands of someone like the 'Purse Snatcher' when it is least expected. The characters of Hess and Rayborn are realistically drawn and very much true to life in how each one suffers silently in their own unique way the outrageous misfortunes that often accompanies the process of being human. Hess has to deal with his own mortality, while Rayborn must come to grips with the fact that maybe she doesn't have as much control over her life as she thinks. THE BLUE HOUR is a real winner, and has an ending that is both sad and satisfying at the same time. This is a novel which I highly recommend to anyone looking for a quick, exciting read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2000

    I couldn't put it down!!

    This book has a very suspenseful plot and great character development. I will be eagerly awaiting his next book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 1999

    Keeps you guessing.

    A good read. I didn't want to put it down. It usually takes me at least a few weeks to finish a book, but I wrapped this one up in a few days. Unlike other reviewers here, I was a little disappointed at the ending. Just a little too sappy for me. I could have done without the last chapter.

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