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Название книги: Lady Killer
Автор(ы): Lisa Scottoline
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Lady-Killer-196455.html
Rosato and Associates #6
To my BFF, Franca PalumboHates any man the thing he would not kill?– WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE,The Merchant of Venice, ACT 4, SCENE I,LINES 66-67
CHAPTER ONE
M ary DiNunzio sat across from the old men, deciding which one to shoot first. Her father, Matty DiNunzio, was the natural choice because he was the most stubborn, but his three friends were tied for second. They sat next to him at the conference table, a trinity of Tonys-Pigeon Tony Lucia, Tony-From-Down-The-Block LoMonaco, and Tony Two Feet Pensiera, who was called Feet, making him the only man in South Philly whose nickname had a nickname.“Pop, wait, think about this,” Mary said, hiding her exasperation. “You don’t want to sue anybody, not really.” She met her father’s milky brown eyes, magnified by his bifocals, as he sat behind an open box of aromatic pignoli-nut cookies. Her mother wouldn’t have let him visit her, even at work, without bringing saturated fats. Besides the cookies, waiting for her in the office refrigerator was a Pyrex di
Название книги: Lady Killer
Автор(ы): Lisa Scottoline
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Lady-Killer-196455.html
Rosato and Associates #6
To my BFF, Franca PalumboHates any man the thing he would not kill?– WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE,The Merchant of Venice, ACT 4, SCENE I,LINES 66-67
CHAPTER ONE
M ary DiNunzio sat across from the old men, deciding which one to shoot first. Her father, Matty DiNunzio, was the natural choice because he was the most stubborn, but his three friends were tied for second. They sat next to him at the conference table, a trinity of Tonys-Pigeon Tony Lucia, Tony-From-Down-The-Block LoMonaco, and Tony Two Feet Pensiera, who was called Feet, making him the only man in South Philly whose nickname had a nickname.“Pop, wait, think about this,” Mary said, hiding her exasperation. “You don’t want to sue anybody, not really.” She met her father’s milky brown eyes, magnified by his bifocals, as he sat behind an open box of aromatic pignoli-nut cookies. Her mother wouldn’t have let him visit her, even at work, without bringing saturated fats. Besides the cookies, waiting for her in the office refrigerator was a Pyrex di
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