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Название книги: Gone 'Til November
Автор(ы): Wallace Stroby
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Gone-_Til-November-192199.html
© 2010
For Jack S. Smith and Jack D. HunterFlagler College 1981-82
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
For reasons too numerous to mention, my thanks to friends new and old for their encouragement and support, especially Mark Voglesong, John Tinseth, James O. Born, Matt Seitz, and Brian and Donna Washburn. And, as always, to my mother, Inez Stroby, a single mom late in life who somehow made it all work. Much love and respect to all.
ONE
Sara steered the cruiser onto the shoulder, saw what was ahead, thought, Bad news.Gravel crunched under the tires as the Crown Vic settled at an angle. The radio crackled.“Eight-seventeen, are you on scene?” Angie, the night dispatcher. “Have you responded?”Sara lifted the dash mike, keyed it. “Eight-seventeen here. On scene now. Will advise.”In the blaze of her headlights, Billy stood behind his own green-and-white cruiser, looking off into the swamp, hands on his hips. Farther up on the shoulder was a gray late-model Honda Accord, trunk open. Blue, red, and yellow lights bathed the night.S
Название книги: Gone 'Til November
Автор(ы): Wallace Stroby
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Gone-_Til-November-192199.html
© 2010
For Jack S. Smith and Jack D. HunterFlagler College 1981-82
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
For reasons too numerous to mention, my thanks to friends new and old for their encouragement and support, especially Mark Voglesong, John Tinseth, James O. Born, Matt Seitz, and Brian and Donna Washburn. And, as always, to my mother, Inez Stroby, a single mom late in life who somehow made it all work. Much love and respect to all.
ONE
Sara steered the cruiser onto the shoulder, saw what was ahead, thought, Bad news.Gravel crunched under the tires as the Crown Vic settled at an angle. The radio crackled.“Eight-seventeen, are you on scene?” Angie, the night dispatcher. “Have you responded?”Sara lifted the dash mike, keyed it. “Eight-seventeen here. On scene now. Will advise.”In the blaze of her headlights, Billy stood behind his own green-and-white cruiser, looking off into the swamp, hands on his hips. Farther up on the shoulder was a gray late-model Honda Accord, trunk open. Blue, red, and yellow lights bathed the night.S
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