My local bookshop has no record of its existence. I hate bookstore employees, one of the lowest forms of life. I usually have to spell Raymond Chandler's name for them; they then comment that he's old and if I'm lucky direct me to a ghetto labelled mystery where he's forced to endure Dan Brown's company. When searching for the book on my own I can't find a pirate section, so it's possible the reprint doesn't apply to Australia.
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