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Название книги: Dating Is Murder
Автор(ы): Harley Kozak
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Dating-Is-Murder-167164.html
The second book in the Wollie Shelley Mystery series, 2005
For my mother,Dorothy Taraldsen Kozak,who would’ve gone to the ends of the earth forus… and no doubt still does.
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“ Moth harmonica.”That’s what it sounded like, the guttural, heavy-accented syllables coming through my answering machine. A piece of haiku, until the woman rattled off an almost unintelligible series of digits that went on and on, like a credit card number or the miles from earth to Jupiter. I picked up the telephone.“Hi, this is Wollie,” I said. “Who’s this?”“ California? America? Ja?”“Yes, California, America. Who’s this?”“Encino?”“No, not Encino, West Hollywood. Forty minutes away, traffic permitting. Who’s this?”“Ja, ja, who this?” she asked.“That’s what I’m asking,” I said. “Who are you?”“I am Moth Harmonica.”Okay, I’ve heard worse. My own name, Wollstonecraft Shelley, is no picnic, especially for a girl. Or woman, as my friend Fredreeq insists I refer to myself. “Who are you trying to call, Moth?” I asked.“Who are you?”“No, who ar
Название книги: Dating Is Murder
Автор(ы): Harley Kozak
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Dating-Is-Murder-167164.html
The second book in the Wollie Shelley Mystery series, 2005
For my mother,Dorothy Taraldsen Kozak,who would’ve gone to the ends of the earth forus… and no doubt still does.
1
“ Moth harmonica.”That’s what it sounded like, the guttural, heavy-accented syllables coming through my answering machine. A piece of haiku, until the woman rattled off an almost unintelligible series of digits that went on and on, like a credit card number or the miles from earth to Jupiter. I picked up the telephone.“Hi, this is Wollie,” I said. “Who’s this?”“ California? America? Ja?”“Yes, California, America. Who’s this?”“Encino?”“No, not Encino, West Hollywood. Forty minutes away, traffic permitting. Who’s this?”“Ja, ja, who this?” she asked.“That’s what I’m asking,” I said. “Who are you?”“I am Moth Harmonica.”Okay, I’ve heard worse. My own name, Wollstonecraft Shelley, is no picnic, especially for a girl. Or woman, as my friend Fredreeq insists I refer to myself. “Who are you trying to call, Moth?” I asked.“Who are you?”“No, who ar
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