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I won't DANCE. Don't ask me.

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Maybe I just wasn’t in the mood for a story about zombies, animal sacrifice and a little-known cult on the island of Manhattan.

Or maybe Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child stretched a thin plot so much that it lost all semblance of plausibility with their new novel, “Cemetery Dance.”

William Smithback, a reporter for the New York Times, is brutally murdered in his Upper West Side apartment. His wife is injured in the attack.

It seems like an open-and-shut case when the killer is caught on the apartment building’s security camera.

There is one slight problem, however. The man identified on film was found floating in the river and was buried 10 days before Smithback’s murder.

Eccentric and insanely wealthy FBI special agent Aloysius Pendergast and tough-as-nails New York Police Lt. Vincent D'Agosta do their best to bring the killer to justice, but the storyline just didn’t gel or seem plausible.





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