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Название книги: Saturday's Child
Автор(ы): Ray Banks
Жанр: Криминальный детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Saturday_s-Child-192695.html
To Anastasia, mad but magic, there is no lie in her fire.
PART ONEThe Saturday Boy
You will be taken to the prison reception.Reception made me think of an airy room with a bubbly blonde behind a counter, all smiles and bright eyes. It was a room, that's where the similarity ended. Badly lit. It smelled vaguely of shit, and I couldn't place the source. I didn't mind. I'd get used to it.Already conditioning myself.You will be allowed to keep some things. These things will become your ‘property’. You will be asked to sign a form saying that you have seen what is in your bag, and that it has been sealed in front of you.They asked if I understood what was happening to me. I stared at the fat guy with the pockmarked skin behind the reception desk. I watched the way his face moved. His cheeks buckled around the sides of his mouth. Before he got a chance to ask me again, I nodded. I understood exactly what was happening to me. I leaned over to sign the form. My wrist ached as I pressed down on the pen. When
Название книги: Saturday's Child
Автор(ы): Ray Banks
Жанр: Криминальный детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Saturday_s-Child-192695.html
To Anastasia, mad but magic, there is no lie in her fire.
PART ONEThe Saturday Boy
You will be taken to the prison reception.Reception made me think of an airy room with a bubbly blonde behind a counter, all smiles and bright eyes. It was a room, that's where the similarity ended. Badly lit. It smelled vaguely of shit, and I couldn't place the source. I didn't mind. I'd get used to it.Already conditioning myself.You will be allowed to keep some things. These things will become your ‘property’. You will be asked to sign a form saying that you have seen what is in your bag, and that it has been sealed in front of you.They asked if I understood what was happening to me. I stared at the fat guy with the pockmarked skin behind the reception desk. I watched the way his face moved. His cheeks buckled around the sides of his mouth. Before he got a chance to ask me again, I nodded. I understood exactly what was happening to me. I leaned over to sign the form. My wrist ached as I pressed down on the pen. When
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