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ContentsTitle PageDedicationPrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Chapter 19Chapter 20Chapter 21Chapter 22Chapter 23Chapter 24Chapter 25Chapter 26Chapter 27EpilogueAlso By N. (P.) CooperAcknowledgementsAbout the AuthorCopyright 8:17N. Cooper For Deacon Prologue“Hey James.”“Yes, Samantha?”“Don’t be stealin’ the rest of my pizza while I’m doing the rounds again tonight.”A slight smile crept across the burly man’s lips as he looked up from the patient chart he was working on.“How many times do I have to tell you it wasn’t me?”Samantha couldn’t help a familiar grin of her own. They’d worked together for a long time. He’d definitely eaten the pizza.“Right… So I suppose one of the patients woke up just because they smelled Gino’s special, came out here without being seen, ate it; then hopped back into bed after reattaching the monitors, which never went off by the way, and fell back into their Chapter 1“And that’s how the ferret was rescued from the drain. Back over to you, Mike.”The anchor-man looked less than impressed, and Jacinta Robbins could well understand why as she poured some cereal into a bowl and followed it with milk.“Taxpayer dollars at work,” she muttered to herself as she kept half an eye on the T.V.The news had been especially boring today as she readied herself for work. Hopefully, that meant it would be somewhat calmer in the office as well. Of course, if the news could be relied upon to find out what was really happening in the world, people like her would be out of a job.She glanced at