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Название книги: The Harbor
Автор(ы): Carla Neggers
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Harbor-184058.html
The fourth book in the Texas Rangers series, 2003
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
To Joe Fessenden of the Maine Marine Patrol, my detective cousin Gregory Harrell, Heidi Gould of the Jay (ME) Police Department, Christine Wenger and probation officer and firearms instructor Glen Stone of Syracuse, New York-many thanks for your time, patience and expertise… and for the work that you do.
For my mother, M. Florine (Harrell) Neggers
Prologue
The long days of summer had come to an end, and as Olivia West sat at her kitchen table on the dark, cold October morning, she knew she wouldn't live to see another Maine summer. Tomorrow she would turn one hundred and one. But it wasn't just the odds catching up with her that led to her quiet certainty that she'd reached her sunset-she just knew. She had months, perhaps only days. Hours.Her nephew, Patrick, wasn't deterred by autumn's shorter days. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat across from her. He always stopped by before his walk in the nature preserve, which was just northeast of the brow
Название книги: The Harbor
Автор(ы): Carla Neggers
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Harbor-184058.html
The fourth book in the Texas Rangers series, 2003
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
To Joe Fessenden of the Maine Marine Patrol, my detective cousin Gregory Harrell, Heidi Gould of the Jay (ME) Police Department, Christine Wenger and probation officer and firearms instructor Glen Stone of Syracuse, New York-many thanks for your time, patience and expertise… and for the work that you do.
For my mother, M. Florine (Harrell) Neggers
Prologue
The long days of summer had come to an end, and as Olivia West sat at her kitchen table on the dark, cold October morning, she knew she wouldn't live to see another Maine summer. Tomorrow she would turn one hundred and one. But it wasn't just the odds catching up with her that led to her quiet certainty that she'd reached her sunset-she just knew. She had months, perhaps only days. Hours.Her nephew, Patrick, wasn't deterred by autumn's shorter days. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat across from her. He always stopped by before his walk in the nature preserve, which was just northeast of the brow
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