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Until Proven Guilty - Christine McGuire
1993 American hardcover first edition, first impression, Pocket Books, New York
A near fine book in near fine unclipped dustwrapper
No previous owner names, inscriptions or stamps etc
Tightly bound and square, some tanning to edges
The jacket is clean and bright
Bestselling American thriller/mystery, desrves a greater UK audience
For Sale at £7 (approx $11) *DF6 - free delivery worldwide !

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Synopsis
In Saigon, the Chinese street vendors sold little paper pills that you dropped into water and overnight they opened out to form a flower or a tree or a pagoda. That was how Lee felt from the moment he arrived: as if one of those paper pills was unfolding in slow-mo like a flower, a poison flower inside his brain, dark and dangerous and utterly evil. Every chance he got he prowled the sweaty streets, searching. He had no clear idea what it was he was looking for, yet he knew he would recognize it when he found it. It was as if he had always known he would find it. And know at once when he did. He was assigned to the Military Information Office, based in a villa on the north side of the city. It was a milk run. All he had to do was brief the self-styled war correspondents. Most of them were old farts in their late fifties who hadn't heard a shot fired in anger since VJ Day. All they were interested in was filing some copy then getting back to the hotel and the booze and the Red Cross nurses dancing in their underwear; they wrote down whatever he told them. After that his time was his own. The downtown area was a raucous glitter of gaudy neon, a bizarre movie set where the extras were hustlers, pimps, barflies, and grunts in civilian clothes; the soundtrack, the berserk roar of buses and cars and mopeds and jitneys; the location, a paved swamp where the fetid winds never blew away waste.

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