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Название книги: Deadly Descisions
Автор(ы): Kathy Reichs
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Deadly-Descisions-164591.html
The third book in the Temperance Brennan series
Chapter 1
Her name was Emily Anne. She was nine years old, with black ringlets, long lashes, and caramel-colored skin. Her ears were pierced with tiny gold loops. Her forehead was pierced by two slugs from a Cobra 9-mm semiautomatic.It was a Saturday, and I was working by special request of my boss,Pierre LaManche. I'd been at the lab for four hours, sorting badly mangled tissue, when the door to the large autopsy room opened and Sergeant-Detective Luc Claudel came striding in.Claudel and I had worked together in the past, and though he'd come to tolerate, perhaps even appreciate me, one would not infer that from his brusque manner"Where's LaManche?" he demanded, glancing at the gurney in front of me, then quickly away.I said nothing. When Claudel was in one of his moods, I ignored him."Has Dr. LaManche arrived?" The detective avoided looking at my greasy gloves."It's Saturday, Monsieur Claudel. He doesn't work" At that moment Michel Charbonneau stuck his head
Название книги: Deadly Descisions
Автор(ы): Kathy Reichs
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Deadly-Descisions-164591.html
The third book in the Temperance Brennan series
Chapter 1
Her name was Emily Anne. She was nine years old, with black ringlets, long lashes, and caramel-colored skin. Her ears were pierced with tiny gold loops. Her forehead was pierced by two slugs from a Cobra 9-mm semiautomatic.It was a Saturday, and I was working by special request of my boss,Pierre LaManche. I'd been at the lab for four hours, sorting badly mangled tissue, when the door to the large autopsy room opened and Sergeant-Detective Luc Claudel came striding in.Claudel and I had worked together in the past, and though he'd come to tolerate, perhaps even appreciate me, one would not infer that from his brusque manner"Where's LaManche?" he demanded, glancing at the gurney in front of me, then quickly away.I said nothing. When Claudel was in one of his moods, I ignored him."Has Dr. LaManche arrived?" The detective avoided looking at my greasy gloves."It's Saturday, Monsieur Claudel. He doesn't work" At that moment Michel Charbonneau stuck his head
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