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Kittridge's mother was of Scottish heritage, and she gave Kittridge some sage advice that he always tried to follow."Trust in God and be true to yourself."His mother enjoyed lavish spectacle, and she liked to watch the royal procession and ceremonies from Europe. Kittridge's flamboyant side came from her mother, she was Scotch and very careful with money and time. She always had time to give to charity and needy causes, so her interest were diverse yet well-balanced. Kittridge's mother was a devout person, she lived her faith. Which was a great example to Kittridge as a child and as an adult. She was very strong and yet gentle, and she was also very humble. She gave everything she had without reservation. He spoke so highly of his parents for a good reason. His mother's advice was simple but wise. It cuts to the core and kept him focused and well-balanced. "Trust in God and be true to yourself." It didn't get any better than that. A defining moment in Jason's life was when he disco
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Kittridge in Los Angeles at the Beverly Hills Hotel with his beautiful wife, Ella, and their baby son, Charlie, were having a wonderful time. The Weather, accommodations and food were fantastic. He was in, to shoot the sixth series of The indentures. His daughter Rebecca would be having her graduation ceremony the following week, Kittridge is a New Yorker, a pretty nice and wonderful place. Not far from away was Palos Verdes, on the Pacific Ocean, which was where his spectacular new golf course, Kittridge National Golf Club / Los Angeles, was. He would be making regular visits and playing some golf, and the new estate homes overlooking the golf course and the ocean were just about ready. Which were exceptional beautiful residence. He had a project going on, and that was one of the reasons he was rich, he made most of of his Wealth. He loved making deals and learning new things. They were setting up a Kittridge productions office while he was in Los Angeles. There was never a dull m
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Davis Jimmy, after staying away for so long in pursuit of his own ambition, and living his life as a Serene young professor at Harvard, passionate about arts and history finally found himself in an unexpected turbulence of an anagram, a granddaughter, paintings and the French Police in Paris on a single night that changed his entire life. Jimmy awoke slowly, a telephone running in the darkness - a tiny, unfamiliar ring. He fumbled for the bedside lamp and turned it on. Squinting at his surroundings he saw a plush Renaissance bedroom with Louis XVI furniture, hand-frescoed walls, and a colossal mahogany four-poster bed.Where the hell am I? The Jacquard bathrobe hanging on his bedpost bore the Monogram: HOTEL RITZ PARIS.Slowly, the fog began to lift. Jimmy picked up the receiver. "Hello?""Monsieur Jimmy?" A man's voice said. "I hope I have not awoken you?"Dazed, Jimmy looked at the bedside clock. It was 12:32 A.M. He had been asleep for only an hour, but he felt like he
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One mile away, the hulking albino named Amorth limped through the front gate of the luxurious residence on Rue La Bruyère. The spiked cilice belt that he wore around his thigh cut into his flesh, and yet his soul sang with satisfaction of service to the Lord. Pain is good. His eyes scanned the lobby as he entered the residence. Empty. He climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to awaken any of his fellow numeraries. His bedroom door was open; locks were forbidden for her. He entered, closing the door behind him. The room was Spartan - hardwood floors, pine dresser, a canvas mat in the corner that served as his bed. He was a visitor here this week, and yet for many years he had been blessed with a similar sanctuary in New York City. The Lord has provided me with shelter and purpose in my life.Tonight, at last, Amorth had begun to repay his debt. Hurrying to the dresser, he found the cell phone hidden in his bottom drawer and placed a call."Yes?" A male voice answered."Teacher, I
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The crisp April air whipped through the open window of the Citroën ZX as it skimmed south past the Opera and crossed Place Vendôme. In the passenger seat, Jimmy Davis felt the city tear past him as he tried to clear his thoughts. His quick shower and shave had left him looking reasonably presentable but he had done little to ease his anxiety. The frightening image of the curator's body remained locked in his mind. Marquis Esquibel is dead. Jimmy could not help but feel a deep sense of loss at the curator's death. Despite Esquibel's reputation for being reclusive, his recognition for dedication to the arts made him an easy man to revere. His books on the secret codes hidden in the paintings of Poussin and Teniers were some of Jimmy's favorite classroom texts. Tonight's meeting had been one Jimmy was very much looking forward to, and he was disappointed when the curator had not shown.Again the image of the curator's body flashed in his mind. Marquis Esquibel did that to himself? Jimmy
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Captain Andrei Romano carried himself like an angry ox, with his wide shoulders thrown back and his chin tucked hard into his chest. His dark hair was slicked back with oil, accentuating an arrow-like widow's peak that divided his jutting brow and proceeded him like the prow of a battleship. As he advanced, his dark eyes seemed to scorch the earth before him, radiating a fiery clarity that forecast his reputation for unblinking severity in all matters.Jim followed the captain down the famous marble staircase into the sunken atrium beneath the glass pyramid. As they descended, they passed between two armed Judicial Police guards with machine guns. The message was clear. Nobody goes in or out tonight without the blessing of captain Romano. Descending below ground level, Jim fought a rising trepidation. Romano's presence was anything but welcoming, and the Louvre itself had an almost sepulchral aura at this hour. The staircase, like the aisle of a dark movie theater, was illuminated by
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Murray Hill place - the new Copus peccate World Headquarters and conference center - in New York City. With a price tag of just over $56 million. The 140,000-square-foot tower is clad in red brick and Indiana limestone. The building contains over one hundred and twenty rooms, six dining rooms, libraries, living rooms, meeting rooms and offices. The second, eighth, and sixteenth floors contain chapels, ornamented will mill- work and marble. The seventeenth floor is entirely residential. Men enter the building through the main doors. Women enter through a side street and are "acoustically and visually separated" from the men at all times within the building. Earlier this evening, within the sanctuary of his penthouse apartment, Bishop koldo Myositis had packed a small travel beg and dressed in a traditional black cassock. Normally, he would have wrapped a purple cincture around his waist, but tonight he would be traveling among the public, and he preferred not to draw attention to hi
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Myositis's body had endured many kinds of pain, and yet the searing heat of the bullet wound in his chest felt profoundly foreign to him. Deep and grave. Not a wound of the flesh… but closer to the soul. He opened his eyes, trying to see, but the rain on his face buried his vision. He could feel powerful arms holding him, carrying his limp body like a rag doll, his black cassock flapping. Lifting a weary arm, he mopped his eyes and saw the man holding him was Amorth. He was struggling down a sidewalk, shouting for a hospital, his voice a heart-rending wail of agony. His red eyes were focused dead ahead, tears streaming down his face. "My son," Myositis whispered, "you're hurt." Amorth glanced down, his visage contorted in anguish. "I am sorry sorry, Father." He seemed almost too pained to speak. "No," Myositis replied. "It is I who am sorry. This is my fault. I was too eager. Too fearful. You and I were deceived." Myositis was unconscious when the doors of St Luke's hospital hiss
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