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Название книги: The Circle of Blood
Автор(ы): Alane Ferguson
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Circle-of-Blood-160433.html
A book in the Forensic Mysteries series, 2007
To my sister,Dr. Serena Nolan,who heals lives withloving care and fillshearts with music
Chapter One
CAMERYN MAHONEY WAS surprised to see the blood on her hand.She’d always been careful to tug on a pair of latex gloves, the whisper-thin barrier she wore every time she processed a body. Today’s accident had been worse than anything she’d experienced thus far as assistant to the coroner. The decedent had been a young man-one Benjamin Baker, organ donor. Sixteen and dead, with Christmas only weeks away. In a bizarre twist, the car’s crumpled radio had played on, some country version of “Jingle Bells.” She’d listened to it as she picked through the wreckage, trying not to step in the blood that seeped from his gaping neck into an ever-widening arc across the snow.Now, sitting in her driveway outside her own home, her car in neutral, Cameryn stared at the red mark on her hand. There must have been a tiny tear in her glove that had allowed the fluid to seep in. W
Название книги: The Circle of Blood
Автор(ы): Alane Ferguson
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Circle-of-Blood-160433.html
A book in the Forensic Mysteries series, 2007
To my sister,Dr. Serena Nolan,who heals lives withloving care and fillshearts with music
Chapter One
CAMERYN MAHONEY WAS surprised to see the blood on her hand.She’d always been careful to tug on a pair of latex gloves, the whisper-thin barrier she wore every time she processed a body. Today’s accident had been worse than anything she’d experienced thus far as assistant to the coroner. The decedent had been a young man-one Benjamin Baker, organ donor. Sixteen and dead, with Christmas only weeks away. In a bizarre twist, the car’s crumpled radio had played on, some country version of “Jingle Bells.” She’d listened to it as she picked through the wreckage, trying not to step in the blood that seeped from his gaping neck into an ever-widening arc across the snow.Now, sitting in her driveway outside her own home, her car in neutral, Cameryn stared at the red mark on her hand. There must have been a tiny tear in her glove that had allowed the fluid to seep in. W
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