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Название книги: A Killer’s Kiss
Автор(ы): William Lashner
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/A-Killer_s-Kiss-194493.html
The seventh book in the Victor Carl series, 2007
For Michael Lashner,who never ceases to amaze
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SUNDAYThey came for me in the nighttime, which is usually the way of it. They knocked so loudly the walls shook. Two men in ties and raincoats. I could see them through the peephole in my door. They weren’t wearing fedoras, but they might as well have been.“It’s late,” I yelled without opening the wooden door. “And I don’t need any magazines.”“We’re looking for Victor Carl.”“Who’s looking?”The shorter one leaned toward the door until a walleye filled the peephole. Then he pulled back and reached into his jacket. The badge glinted like a set of freshly sharpened teeth.“I’m naked,” I said.“Then put something on,” said the guy with the badge. “Our stomachs are strong, but not that strong.”In the bedroom I slipped on a pair of jeans and a shirt. I knew who they were before the badge was flashed. I had seen the two of them prowling the corridors of the Criminal Justice Building, where I plied most of my trade these day
Название книги: A Killer’s Kiss
Автор(ы): William Lashner
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/A-Killer_s-Kiss-194493.html
The seventh book in the Victor Carl series, 2007
For Michael Lashner,who never ceases to amaze
1
SUNDAYThey came for me in the nighttime, which is usually the way of it. They knocked so loudly the walls shook. Two men in ties and raincoats. I could see them through the peephole in my door. They weren’t wearing fedoras, but they might as well have been.“It’s late,” I yelled without opening the wooden door. “And I don’t need any magazines.”“We’re looking for Victor Carl.”“Who’s looking?”The shorter one leaned toward the door until a walleye filled the peephole. Then he pulled back and reached into his jacket. The badge glinted like a set of freshly sharpened teeth.“I’m naked,” I said.“Then put something on,” said the guy with the badge. “Our stomachs are strong, but not that strong.”In the bedroom I slipped on a pair of jeans and a shirt. I knew who they were before the badge was flashed. I had seen the two of them prowling the corridors of the Criminal Justice Building, where I plied most of my trade these day
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