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Jesse Stone no longer felt adrift.  No longer a man caught between two coasts, he had finally left his days as an L. A. homicide detective behind him.  If not his private shame at how his life there had gone to hell.  He was chief of police in Paradise, Mass.  This was his town now.  Yet there were still some things about the East Coast and the Atlantic he had never gotten used to and wasn't sure he ever would.  Nor'easters, for one.  He found their brooding, slate-gray clouds and roiling tides a little unnerving.  These late-fall or winter storms seemed to blow up out of spite, raking across whole swaths of New England or the Mid-Atlantic, leaving nothing but pain in their wake.

-Reed Farrel Coleman, channeling Robert B. Parker,   The Devil Wins