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Entity Resolution (ER) lies at the core of data integration and cleaning and, thus, a bulk of the research examines ways for improving its effectiveness and time efficiency. The initial ER methods primarily target Veracity in the context of structured (relational) data that are described by a schema of well-known quality and meaning. To achieve high effectiveness, they leverage schema, expert, and/or external knowledge. Part of these methods are extended to address Volume, processing large datasets through multi-core or massive parallelization approaches, such as the MapReduce paradigm. However, these early schema-based approaches are inapplicable to Web Data, which abound in voluminous, noi...
When legal loopholes keep Tina Lane's vicious killers from facing trial, her husband Mike Lane wants only one thing-justice. In a lengthy and valiant quest to avenge his only love, he composes a stunning document that has the potential to dramatically alter the very core of the American judicial system. Lane relies on his client, Senator Jeff Wheatly, to help him further his work. But when the envious senator presents Lane's work to the president as his own, Lane finds himself in grave danger. As the senator struggles for control of Lane's document and the power it could bring, he finds that nothing is out of the question-not even murder. And, with unlimited resources at his disposal, the president himself is just as willing to cross all lines in order to gain control of the most powerful tool in modern legal history. The CIA, the Secret Service, the IRS, the Philadelphia Police Department, and the Senate Ethics Committee all investigate the senator and his connection to multiple shocking deaths, and each organization finds that it has a vested interest in the success of Lane's radical plan. In the end, nothing is spared. Not love. Not life. Not law.
Branson walked out of the run-down brownstone building hoping the façade didn't come crumbling down on him. The building should have been condemned years ago, yet still stood as nothing more than a relic of what it once was. Most of this part of town was old, and judging by the interiors of some of the houses, appeared that electricity was an afterthought of their construct. He breathed a sigh of relief, but in no way let down his guard. He was uncomfortable, and that was putting lightly. He had made his pickup without incident yet felt as though he was still being closely watched; every eye from the dilapidated brownstone was seeking him out. If they wanted to, they could make sure he never made it to the other side of the street and no one would question what happened. Drug dealers and their heavily armed guards had more than one weapon aimed at him.
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