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Time's Witness Paperback - 1989
by Malone, Michael
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Details
- Title Time's Witness
- Author Malone, Michael
- Binding Paperback
- Edition 1st Prtg
- Condition Used - Very Good
- Pages 581
- Volumes 1
- Language ENG
- Publisher Washington Square Press, Inc., New York, New York, U.S.A.
- Date 1989
- Bookseller's Inventory # 021067
- ISBN 9780671875275 / 0671875272
- Weight 1.07 lbs (0.49 kg)
- Dimensions 8.25 x 5.28 x 0.96 in (20.96 x 13.41 x 2.44 cm)
- Library of Congress Catalog Number 93005837
- Dewey Decimal Code FIC
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Summary
Street-smart and straightforward police chief Cuddy Mangum and his refined homicide detective Justin Savile V are determined to keep their town’s cultural, political and racial divisions stable even peaceful. But when a young black activist is murdered while in the process of fighting for his brother’s freedom from death row, the lines keeping Hillston, North Carolina, in balance start to crumble. Thrust into a dirty political campaign and torn between his morals and his love for the wealthy and beautiful wife of an up-and-coming politician, Cuddy must uncover the secrets that lie in his own backyard. From high-powered and elegant country club ballrooms to dark and dangerous bar room corners, Malone weaves a mystery of plot and place where the difference between good and evil and right and wrong sometimes become indistinct.
First line
I don't know about Will Rogers, but I grew up deciding the world was nothing but a sad, dangerous junk pile heaped with shabby geegaws, the bullies who peddled them, and the broken-up human beings who worked the line.