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Название книги: Copy Cat
Автор(ы): Erica Spindler
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Copy-Cat-196324.html
part one
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Rockford, IllinoisTuesday, March 5, 20011:00 a.m.The girl’s hair looked silky. He longed to feel it against his fingers and cursed the latex gloves, the necessity that he wear them. The strands were the color of corn silk. Unusual in a child of ten. Too often, as the years passed, the blond darkened until settling on a murky, dishwater color that only bleach could resuscitate.He cocked his head, pleased with his choice. She was even more beautiful than the last girl. More perfect.He bent closer, stroked her hair. Her blue eyes gazed lifelessly up at him. Breathing deeply, he let her sweet, little-girl scent fill his head.Careful…careful…Mustn’t leave anything for them.The Other One insisted on perfection. Always pushing him. Demanding more. And more.Always watching. Every time he looked over his shoulder, the Other One was there.He felt himself frown and worked to smooth the telltale emotion from his face.My pretty baby. Most beautiful creation.Sleeping Angel.The woman detective, Kitt Lundgren, had coined the nam
Название книги: Copy Cat
Автор(ы): Erica Spindler
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Copy-Cat-196324.html
part one
1
Rockford, IllinoisTuesday, March 5, 20011:00 a.m.The girl’s hair looked silky. He longed to feel it against his fingers and cursed the latex gloves, the necessity that he wear them. The strands were the color of corn silk. Unusual in a child of ten. Too often, as the years passed, the blond darkened until settling on a murky, dishwater color that only bleach could resuscitate.He cocked his head, pleased with his choice. She was even more beautiful than the last girl. More perfect.He bent closer, stroked her hair. Her blue eyes gazed lifelessly up at him. Breathing deeply, he let her sweet, little-girl scent fill his head.Careful…careful…Mustn’t leave anything for them.The Other One insisted on perfection. Always pushing him. Demanding more. And more.Always watching. Every time he looked over his shoulder, the Other One was there.He felt himself frown and worked to smooth the telltale emotion from his face.My pretty baby. Most beautiful creation.Sleeping Angel.The woman detective, Kitt Lundgren, had coined the nam
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