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Название книги: Changes
Автор(ы): Jim Butcher
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Changes-171795.html
Chapter 1
I answered the phone, and Susan Rodriguez said, “They’ve taken our daughter.”I sat there for a long five count, swallowed, and said, “Um. What?”“You heard me, Harry,” Susan said gently.“Oh,” I said. “Um.”“The line isn’t secure,” she said. “I’ll be in town tonight. We can talk then.”“Yeah,” I said. “Okay.”“Harry . . .” she said. “I’m not . . . I never wanted to—” She cut the words off with an impatient sigh. I heard a voice over the loudspeaker in the background, saying something in Spanish. “We’ll have time for that later. The plane is boarding. I’ve got to go. About twelve hours.”“Okay,” I said. “I’ll . . . I’ll be here.”She hesitated, as if about to say something else, but then she hung up.I sat there with the phone against my ear. After a while, it started making that double-speed busy-signal noise.Our daughter.She said our daughter.I hung the phone up. Or tried. I missed the base. The receiver clattered to the floor.Mouse, my big, shaggy grey dog, rose up from his usual napping spot in the tiny kitchenette my base
Название книги: Changes
Автор(ы): Jim Butcher
Жанр: Фэнтези
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Changes-171795.html
Chapter 1
I answered the phone, and Susan Rodriguez said, “They’ve taken our daughter.”I sat there for a long five count, swallowed, and said, “Um. What?”“You heard me, Harry,” Susan said gently.“Oh,” I said. “Um.”“The line isn’t secure,” she said. “I’ll be in town tonight. We can talk then.”“Yeah,” I said. “Okay.”“Harry . . .” she said. “I’m not . . . I never wanted to—” She cut the words off with an impatient sigh. I heard a voice over the loudspeaker in the background, saying something in Spanish. “We’ll have time for that later. The plane is boarding. I’ve got to go. About twelve hours.”“Okay,” I said. “I’ll . . . I’ll be here.”She hesitated, as if about to say something else, but then she hung up.I sat there with the phone against my ear. After a while, it started making that double-speed busy-signal noise.Our daughter.She said our daughter.I hung the phone up. Or tried. I missed the base. The receiver clattered to the floor.Mouse, my big, shaggy grey dog, rose up from his usual napping spot in the tiny kitchenette my base
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