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Acid Rock
by Richard Sapir and Warren Murphy
His name was Remo and he didn't care when Aunt Mildred was arriving or what room she wanted, and why didn't Western Union go back to the singing telegram, he wondered aloud.

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but not loud enough to drown out the shots directed at the gorgeous redhead on the stage. Not that anybody paid much attention, not in the screaming chaos of the world's biggest rock festival ever. The girl like to be near singers, the freakier and the more spaced-out the better. Some of them got too close and wound up permanently spaced-out.

Reason? Someone wanted to kill the beautiful girl with the long red hair. She was under contract. A large contract--one million dollars. A big bounty, even for her beautiful head. She had to be killed. And quick.

Remo and Chiun had other ideas. Their assignment from CURE said protect her at any costs--and that meant that someone was going to have to pay a very high price.

The stage was set--for music, murder, and mayhem.

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Review: I hated this book. The depiction of the youth culture of the 1970s made me want to scream. Sapir and Murphy's depiction of the entire "hippie music scene" seemed like one long carp session by a couple of grumpy men who were too old to take advantage of the "free love." The only part of this book that I did like was the night of salt. Another level in Remo's advancement toward mastery of Sinanju is reached here, too bad it's surrounded by the rest of this book.

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