"Becket is about to wrap up the meeting before the interrogation progresses, when he jumps, startled by the sound of raucous laughter inside the restaurant. He hears it again-- closer, louder, familiar-- and cringes, recognizing the unmistakeable guffaw. Only one person has a belly laugh like that. A deep rumble like the Green Giant from the old commercials. Alarmed, shivers race up and down his spine as he realizes that last night's confounding dream wasn't a dream at all, but a premonition..." (p. 5).
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