See Jane Die

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Overview

Nearly killed as a teenager by a hit-and-run boater, Jane Killian is a woman with everything to live for. A series of surgeries restored her lovely face. She's the toast of the Dallas art community, her sculptures lauded as both disturbing and beautiful. And Jane and her husband, plastic surgeon Dr. Ian Westbrook, are expecting their first child.

Then a woman with ties to Ian is found brutally slain and, unbelievably, the police make him their prime suspect. At first determined ...

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Overview

Nearly killed as a teenager by a hit-and-run boater, Jane Killian is a woman with everything to live for. A series of surgeries restored her lovely face. She's the toast of the Dallas art community, her sculptures lauded as both disturbing and beautiful. And Jane and her husband, plastic surgeon Dr. Ian Westbrook, are expecting their first child.

Then a woman with ties to Ian is found brutally slain and, unbelievably, the police make him their prime suspect. At first determined to prove her husband's innocence, Jane cannot escape her own growing doubts. Then her nightmare escalates. She begins receiving anonymous messages and quickly becomes convinced they're from him—the boater she always believed deliberately hit her and got away with it.

Now Jane must face a terrifying truth. Her tormentor knows everything about her—her likes, her dislikes, her daily routine and, most frightening of all, her deepest fears. And he will use them mercilessly until he sees Jane dead.

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Editorial Reviews

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Jane Killian almost dies when she's run over by a motor boat in the opening pages of the latest mildly entertaining but formulaic romance thriller by Spindler (In Silence; Dead Run; Bone Cold; etc.). This disfiguring event still haunts Jane, even though extensive surgery has reclaimed her beautiful face and she's married to "smart, charming and James Bond handsome" plastic surgeon Dr. Ian Westbrook. Then one of Ian's patients, Elle Vanmeer, is found dead in a hotel room, and Dr. Ian becomes the chief suspect after an initial investigation by Dallas police (led by none other than Jane's sister, ball-busting detective Stacy Killian). To make things worse, an unknown stalker begins sending Jane notes indicating he's the guy who ran over her with the boat-"I did it on purpose. To hear your screams"-and now he's back to finish the job. More women are found dead, and even Jane herself has moments of doubt about her husband's innocence. There are other suspects; in fact, virtually every male character at some point appears to be the guilty party. Plucky Jane takes it on herself to prove Ian's innocence, and with help from her dog, Ranger, and sister Stacy she unsurprisingly succeeds. All of Spindler's suspense novels are stylistically rooted in her romance-writing past and should be enjoyed as such. Serious suspense/thriller readers are advised to look elsewhere. Author tour. Agent, Evan Marshall. (June) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780778328339
  • Publisher: Mira
  • Publication date: 11/1/2009
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 316,928
  • Product dimensions: 4.14 (w) x 6.54 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Erica Spindler


Catching a summer cold changed Erica Spindler's life forever.

Up until that fateful malady, Erica planned on being an artist. She had studied for that profession, earning both a BFA and MFA in the visual arts. Then in June of 1982, she stopped at a local drugstore to pick up cold tablets and tissues; the cashier dropped a free romance novel into her bag. She hadn't read a romance in years but once home, with nothing to do but sniffle and watch daytime TV, she picked that romance up--and was immediately hooked. For the next six months she read every romance she could get her hands on. Sometime during those months, she decided to try to write one herself.

The moment she put pen to paper, Erica knew she had found her true calling. Since that day, Erica has published more than twenty novels. Her titles have been published all over the world and Red was turned into both a wildly popular graphic novel and daytime drama in Japan. Critics have dubbed her stories as "thrill-packed, page turners, white knuckle rides, and edge-of-your-seat whodunits" and The Times Picayune praised 2003's In Silence, calling it "Creepy and compelling; a real page turner."

Erica is a USA TODAY, New York Times extended, Waldenbooks and amazon.com bestseller. In 2002, her novel Bone Cold won the prestigious Daphne du Maurier Award for excellence. An RWA honor roll member, she received a Kiss of Death award for her novel Forbidden Fruit and is a three-time RITA award finalist. In 1999 Publishers Weekly awarded the audio version of her novel Shocking Pink a Listen-Up award, naming it one of the best audio mystery books of 1998. Praisedby booksellers as "The best suspense novel I've ever read" and "A perfect 10 out of 10," Erica's 2004 release See Jane Die is the story of a woman who must face her darkest fears when her husband becomes the prime suspect in the brutal murders of two women.

Erica and her husband--a man she describes as funny, handsome and way too sassy--met in art school and have been together ever since. They have two sons, born nine and a half years apart. Erica makes her home in the New Orleans area, although she originally hailed from Illinois.

Erica came to her present home in much the same way she came to writing--fate intervened. She and her husband, then college students, traveled to New Orleans to see the King Tut exhibit at the New Orleans Museum of Art. Without advance tickets, they had a choice: wait in line all day or spend the day sightseeing. They chose the latter and fell head-over-heels in love with the city.

Erica is currently at work on her next thriller for MIRA Books.
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Sunday, October 19, 2003 Dallas, Texas

Jane Killian awakened with a start. Light from the video monitor flickered in the otherwise dark room. She blinked and lifted her head. It felt heavy, thick. She had fallen asleep in her screening room, she realized. She'd been editing one of her interviews, readying for her upcoming art exhibition, Doll Parts.

"Jane? Are you all right?"

She turned. Ian, her husband of less than a year, stood in the doorway to her art studio. Several emotions hit her at once: love, wonder, disbelief. Dr. Ian Westbrook—smart, charming and James Bond handsome—loved her.

Jane frowned at his expression. "I screamed, didn't I?"

He nodded. "I'm worried about you."

She was worried, too. She had awakened screaming three times in recent weeks. Not from a nightmare. Not from a manifestation of her subconscious, but one of her memory. The memory of the day that had changed her life forever. The day that had transformed her from a pretty, popular and happy teenager to a modern-day, female Quasimodo.

"Want to tell me about it?"

"Same old thing. Boater runs down teenager. The boat's prop chews up half her face, takes her right eye, comes damn close to severing her head. The girl survives. The boat captain is never caught and the police classify the incident as an accident. End of story."

Except in the dream, the boat captain doubles back to make another pass at her.

And she awakens screaming.

"Far from the end of the story," Ian murmured. "Not only does the girl survive, she triumphs. Over years of painful reconstructive surgeries, years enduring the stares of strangers, their whispers."

Their expressions of horror at her face. Their pity.

"Then she meets a dashing doctor," Jane continued. "They fall in love and live happily ever after. Sounds like a made-for-TV, triple-hankie special event. I'm thinking the Lifetime channel."

Ian crossed to her, drew her to her feet and into his arms. The cold night air clung to him and she rubbed her cheek against his sweater, realizing he'd been outside.

"You don't have to be flip with me, Jane. I'm your husband."

"But it's what I do best."

He smiled. "No, it's not."

She returned his smile, pleased. Acknowledging that every minute she grew to love him more than the last. "Would you be referring to an ability passed in great secrecy from one generation of Dallas debutante to the next? A subject not fit for proper society?"

"I would, indeed."

"Glad to hear that, since it happens to be one of my favorite subjects, Dr. Westbrook."

He sobered, searched her gaze. "Typical Dallas deb, you're not. Never will be."

"Tell me something I don't know, stud."

He frowned at her reply. "You're doing it again."

"Sorry. Sometimes I breathe, too."

He cupped her face in his palms. "If I had wanted a perfectly coiffed doll in pearls and a little black dress, I could have had one. I fell in love with you." She didn't reply and he trailed his thumbs across her cheekbones. "You did triumph, Jane. You're so much stronger than you know."

His belief in her made her feel like a fraud. How could she have beaten the past when the memory of that day still had such power over her?

She pressed her face to his chest. Her rock, her heart. The man, the love, she had never thought she would be lucky enough to find.

"It's probably the baby," he said softly, after a moment. "That's what's going on. That's why the nightmare's back."

Just yesterday the doctor had confirmed what she'd suspected for weeks—that she was pregnant. Eight weeks along. "But I feel great," she protested. "No morning sickness or fatigue. And it's not like we weren't wanting a baby."

"All true, but early pregnancy is tough. Your hormones are going haywire. The HCG level in your blood is doubling every couple of days and will continue to do so for another month. And as thrilled as we both are, a baby means major lifestyle changes."

Everything he said made sense and Jane found a measure of relief in his words. But still she wasn' t convinced, though she didn't know why not.

As if he knew what she was thinking, he bent his forehead to hers. "Trust me, Jane. I'm a doctor."

She smiled at that. "A plastic surgeon, not an obstetrician or a shrink."

"You don't need a shrink, sweetheart. But if you don't believe me, call your buddy, Dave Nash. He'll back me up."

Dr. Dave Nash, clinical psychologist, occasional consultant for the Dallas Police Department, and her closest friend. They'd been friends since high school—he had stood by her when the other teenagers had treated her like a leper, had taken her to the homecoming dances and senior prom when no other guy would come near her. He had counseled her, laughed with her, provided a shoulder when necessary.

They had even tried dating during their twenties, only to slide back into a comfortable friendship.

The years between the accident and her eventual recovery would have been much more difficult without Dave Nash.

Maybe she would call him.

Jane laid her cheek on Ian's chest. "What time is it?"

"Just after ten. Past your bedtime, little mama."

She flushed with pleasure at the term of endearment. She had always dreamed of being a mother, now it was happening.

How much luck could one woman have?

"How about a cup of chamomile tea?" Ian asked. "It'll help you sleep."

Jane nodded and stepped out of his arms, though she was loathe to do so. Reaching across the table, she popped the interview out of the player and shut down the machine.

"How's the editing coming?" he asked, flipping off the light as they stepped out of her screening room and into the studio proper.

"Good. Though the show's getting close."

"Excited?"

"Scared."

"No need to be." He led her out of the studio and up the circular staircase to their adjoining loft apartment, again flipping off the lights as they exited. "I predict all the art world will fall at your feet in adoration. And properly so."

"And you're basing this prediction on what?"

"I know the artist. She's a genius."

Jane laughed. He settled her onto the overstuffed couch, bent and dropped a light kiss on her mouth. "Be right back."

"Let Ranger out of his kennel," she called after him, referring to her three-year-old retriever mix. "He's whining."

"Biggest baby in the great state of Texas."

"Jealous?" she teased.

"Hell, yes, I'm jealous." He said it seriously, though his eyes crinkled at the corners with amusement. "You scratch him behind the ears way more than you do me."

A moment later Ranger bounded out of the kitchen. Outrageously ugly but uncommonly smart, she had adopted him from the SPCA as a puppy. Truthfully, she had chosen him because she'd known no one else would. With the size and shape of a retriever, coloring of a springer spaniel and a smattering of dalmatian spots, he was truly one of a kind.

The dog skidded to a halt beside her and laid his big head on her lap. She stroked his head and silky ears; his eyes rolled back with pleasure.

"So, what's your opinion, Ranger?" she murmured, thinking of the past, the way it had begun intruding on her sleep, eroding her feelings of safety and contentment. "Has the baby got my knickers in a twist? Or is something else going on?"

He whined in response and she bent and pressed her head to the dog's. "Maybe I should call Dave. What do you think?"

She caught a glimpse of herself, reflected in the mirrored box on the coffee table, her image slightly distorted by her angle and the glass's beveled edges.

Slightly distorted. Appropriate, she thought. For she would never see herself in any other way, though to most she appeared a normal, attractive, dark-haired woman. Some might wonder at the long, thin scar that curved along her jaw. They might think she was recovering from some sort of cosmetic surgery, a face-lift, perhaps. The most observant might notice that her pretty brown eyes didn't reflect the light in exactly the same way, but would think little of it.

How others saw her had little effect on how she saw herself. Truth was, every day was a challenge not to look into the mirror and see the teenage girl with a face ravaged by a network of scars, the girl whose eye patch hid a hideously empty socket.

A series of reconstructive surgeries had restored her face. The custom-made, pegged prosthesis, her eye. But no surgery had existed capable of restoring her place within her peer group, no technological wonder to restore the way she looked at the world—or it at her.

The carefree, confident girl she had been that bright but cold March day had been lost forever.

She hadn't been able to go back. But wouldn't, even if she could. For if she did, her vision would be changed. And Jane Killian, the artist who called herself Cameo, would cease to exist.

For she would have nothing meaningful to say.

"Tea for two," Ian said, returning with mugs. He set both on coasters, nudged Ranger out of the way, then settled beside her.

They sat in silence a moment, sipping their beverages. She caught him glancing at the clock and followed his gaze. She made a sound of dismay. "My God, it's after midnight."

"It can't be." He blinked as if clearing his vision. "Damn, tomorrow's going to be a bitch."

"It's tomorrow already." She snuggled into his side. "This is practice for those infamous 2:00 a.m. feedings."

She felt his smile. "Whatever you need to tell yourself."

They fell silent again. Ian broke the quiet first. "When are you going to tell Stacy about the baby?"

At mention of her sister, uneasiness rippled over her, souring the moment.

Ian drew away, meeting her eyes. "She'll be happy for you, Jane. She will."

"I hope so. It's just that now I have—"

Everything her sister wanted.

And worse, Stacy had dated Ian first.

Jane pressed her lips together, hurting for her only sibling. Wishing she could change the way she and Ian had met. Even though Stacy and Ian had only dated briefly, Jane felt as if she had stolen him from her sibling.

Jane pictured her sister the day she and Ian had shared their plans to marry: tall, fair-haired and built like a female Nordic warrior. But Stacy's strength had been belied by her expression. Soft. Heartbroken.

Ian had mattered to Stacy. Mattered deeply.

Ian tightened his arm around Jane. "I know there's history there. A lifetime of hurt feelings. But give her a little credit, okay?"

Stacy's father had been a police officer, killed in the line of duty when Stacy was only three months old. Her mother had remarried quickly and conceived Jane almost before the ink had dried on their marriage certificate.

Jane had been born. And although their father had raised Stacy as his own, never showing favoritism, his snooty Highland Park family hadn't accepted Stacy and had shown Jane preferential treatment at every turn. Particularly his mother, the family matriarch. Jane shared their blood, the woman had been fond of saying. Stacy did not.

It had been easier when their parents had been alive. Stacy hadn't needed Grandmother Killian's support or love. She had been able to ignore the woman's snubs. But when both parents passed a half dozen years ago—one taken by a sudden, massive heart attack, the other a stroke—Jane and Stacy had been left with no one but each other and Grandmother Killian.

Of course, now her sister had twenty million reasons to resent Jane—the dollar amount of Grandmother Killian's estate, which she had left to Jane when she died a year ago.

Stacy had gotten nothing, not even a family memento of the man who had been her father in every way but one.

If only they could put it all behind them, Jane thought, aching for the closeness most sisters shared. If only she could find a way. Offering to share her inheritance had only infuriated the other woman. Grandmother Killian hadn't loved her, Stacy had spat at Jane's offer, she didn't want anything that had been hers. Not a nickel.

"Stop it," Ian said softly.

"What?"

"Blaming yourself for your grandmother's prejudices."

"You think you can read my mind?"

"I know I can." He laughed softly and bent his forehead to hers. "I know all your secrets, my love."

"All?"

"Every last one."

"And how do you intend to use that knowledge?"

He lowered his mouth until it hovered above hers. "Mmm… that would be for me to know. And you to find out."

It wasn't until much later, as Ian slept beside her on the bed, that she realized she had never asked him why he'd been outside so late that night.

Monday, October 20, 2003 12:20 p.m.

Detective Stacy Killian surveyed the scene before her: the lushly appointed hotel room; the victim on the bed; her partner Mac McPherson talking with the coroner's deputy; the police photographer and criminalists moving about, doing their thing.

The call had come at high noon, cutting short lunches. A few of the guys had simply packed up their meals and brought them along—a greasy combination of burgers and fries or sandwiches from home. They now stood just beyond the established perimeter, finishing them off. A few looked pissed. The others, resigned.

Murder victims had no sense of timing at all.

The scent of the food hung heavily in the hallway, and with perverse enjoyment Stacy imagined the hotel management holding their noses in outrage and offended sensibilities. A stiff in a guest room was one thing; fast food in the hallway quite another.

Stacy had zero patience with the stratosphere-sucking set.

Several people nodded in her direction as she stepped into the room. She returned their greeting and started toward her partner, her feet sinking into thick, putty-colored carpeting.

Stacy moved her gaze over the opulent interior, taking in details: the fact the heavy drapes were pulled tightly shut; the tray of chocolate-dipped strawberries and split of champagne on the small Queen Anne-style desk near the window; the spray of fresh flowers beside it.

The arrangement of irises and lilies couldn't compete with the scent of death. The body sometimes voided with the cessation of life, particularly when that end came suddenly and violently. Stacy wrinkled her nose, though she didn't try to avoid the smell, a common mistake of rookies. Within a few minutes, as her olfactory glands fatigued, she would become accustomed to the smell.

At the worst scenes, ones where the body was in an advanced stage of decomposition—or even worse, when the body had been submerged in warm water—the smell was so intense it could not be overcome, even with the help of a smear of Vicks below the nose. The smell of those corpses inundated everything, even the hair shafts. Every homicide detective kept lemon shampoo and a change of clothes in their locker.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2012

    Alyssa

    At first i felt like this book dragged a little, however, once the plot was in place, the story really picked up! I couldnt put this book down at all. I wanted to uncover the mystery. Just when i thought i knew who the bad guy was, the story took another unexpected turn! It was a great ending.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 3, 2011

    This was hard to put down!

    See Jane Die was an excellent book. It was very suspenseful and I really had a hard time putting it down. Just when you think you've solved the mystery, there's a twist! Read this book now! Erica Spindler delivers again!!!

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  • Posted August 28, 2011

    Excellent

    Always enjoy Ms. Spindler's books

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  • Posted August 3, 2011

    Good read

    Loved the book but swear i read before quick read and characters are interesting and keeps u guessing

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  • Posted May 1, 2011

    Frenemies

    This is another dark and deep novel from Erica Spindler about revenge and betrayal from someone close to you and trusted. What a turn around! Nice read! As a teenager, Jane was nearly killed by a boating accident, which nearly disfigured her face. A couple of plastic surgeries restored her face to what it was, when she met her husband Ian, a plastic surgeon and fell in love. As an artist in Dallas, she's well-known and loved. Only one person have been sending her threats to scare and intimidate her. And when she realized who it was, she's shocked and afraid for her life. Her sister Stacy Killian makes her first real appearance in here, before Killer Takes All.

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  • Posted February 19, 2011

    Very GOOD

    Slightly chilling, suspenseful, and disturbing...very good read!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 27, 2009

    UNBELIEVEABLE

    I wasn't a reader until Erica Spindler, and now I have eveyone. This book has the best jaw dropping twists. This by far is one of her best written.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2007

    Excellent twists to this one!

    I really enjoyed this one. I thought I had the killer figured out and it gave me a surprise at the end. That's was I enjoy the most about reading her books. A good buy if you are interested in thrillers with a twist.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 18, 2006

    NICE!

    I WAS VERY HAPPY WITH THIS BOOK. THIS WAS MY SECOND THAT I'VE READ BY ERICA. VERY WELL WRITTEN AND THE TURNS AND TWISTS WERE FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!!! IT GOTTCHA' IN THE END!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2006

    Not One Of Her Best

    I was not very impressed with this book. I have read several of Erica Spindlers books before and this one was very dissapointing. The book was alright until the end where a sudden twist ruined it for me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 17, 2005

    See Jane Die-Who Cares?

    Too Contrived is the operative word here. Thriller fiction has got to feel like it could be plausible. Too many scenes rang false and too many red herrings and contrived twists (didn't fool me!). The best part of the book was the last 15 pages, but even then, the reader is left high and dry with no closure for the major theme of the book - resolving the attempted murder. That was EXTREMELY disatisfying. First and last time for Spindler for me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 15, 2005

    Great Quick Read

    Once I started I could not stop. A Very Good Read! Plenty of Oooh's and I knew it and maybe I didn't. Many turns. Have Fun with this read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2005

    See Jane Die is a 'must-have'!

    WOW! That's what comes to my mind. I finished reading this book (by the pool this past weekend). One of the best I've read. The characters were great and I didn't know who was the killer until the very end... pleasantly surprised by the twist! I am looking forward to reading all of Erica Spindler's other books. I did read Dead Run and enjoyed it as well, but this one TAKES THE CAKE!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2005

    Awesome

    I am a 1st time reader of Erica Spindler - What an awesome writer. I have not been able to put the book down. The web the author creates is great. Can't wait to find out who dunnit.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 24, 2004

    Corie in WI

    This is the best work yet of Erica Spindler. It keeps you on the edge of your seat until the very end. Excellent suspense book. You've got to read all of her books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2004

    a great read

    I read this book in one day. i was never board w/ the story line . it kept me going, i will read more of her books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 6, 2004

    Teriffic romantic suspense

    Jane Killian insisted the driver of the boat tried to kill her while she swam in the ocean. Everyone else thought it was a bad hit and run accident. Either way over the years Jane suffered the agony of several reconstructive operations. Eventually Jane found happiness with plastic surgeon Ian Westbrook though that added to a rift with her police officer sister Stacy who coveted the doctor for herself. Jane becomes even more elated because she now is carrying her beloved Ian¿s child............................... However, her euphoria ends when the police arrest Ian for murder. Jane refuses to believe her spouse is a serial killer and her belief is substantiated by notes left on her bed by an intruder who refers back to the boating incident. Stacy rejects Jane¿s theory that the person who almost killed her years ago is back setting up her husband as part of hurting Jane. Desperate and alone the pregnant Jane refuses to roll over as she investigates........................... Though there are too many twists especially a final one that reveals the motive and identity of the killer, fans will enjoy this terse romantic suspense tale that hooks the audience from the moment the first note is found. The support cast enables the audience to further comprehend how Jane feels, especially her fears and dilemmas of what to do. Thus the story line works quite well because everyone (except her sibling) will empathize with what happens to Jane....................... Harriet Klausner

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