My name is kinsey millhone. I‚aom a licensed private investigator . . . Thirty-two, twice divorced. I like being alone and i suspect that my independence suits me better than it should . . .‚aokinsey met bobby callahan in the gym on monday morning.his story was hard to credit: a murderous assault by a tailgating car on a lonely rural road, a roadside smash into a canyon 400 feet below, his porsche a ruin, his best friend dead, and his memory severely impaired. He was convinced someone was trying to kill him.by thursday, he was dead.but kinsey wasn‚aot going back on a deal. She had been hired to prevent a murder. Now she was looking for the murderer . . .
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