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Название книги: The Murder Artist
Автор(ы): John Case
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Murder-Artist-194817.html
Copyright © 2004 by John Case
To Sam JohnsonShooting star.We miss your light.
CHAPTER 1
Five hours of sleep. I rub my eyes, head out front, and bend down to extract my rolled-up copy of The Washington Post from beneath an azalea bush. I never know where I’m going to find the thing; whoever pitches it never got past T-ball.“Good morning! Beautiful day in the neighborhood.” It’s Yasmin Siegel, my eighty-something neighbor from across the street, with her black Lab, Cookie.“I guess.” I slide the paper out from its transparent plastic sleeve.“Seriously, Alex, a day like this in Washington, D.C. ” She shakes her head in disbelief. “It’s a gift. End of May? You can get some real stinkers.” She points her finger at me. “You enjoy it, you and those boys.”“I was hoping for rain,” I tell her, looking up at the cloudless blue sky.“Ri-ight,” Yasmin chuckles. “O-kay, Cookie. I get the message.” She gives me a jaunty wave and heads toward the park.Actually, I was hoping for rain. I check the weather map on the back of the Me
Название книги: The Murder Artist
Автор(ы): John Case
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Murder-Artist-194817.html
Copyright © 2004 by John Case
To Sam JohnsonShooting star.We miss your light.
CHAPTER 1
Five hours of sleep. I rub my eyes, head out front, and bend down to extract my rolled-up copy of The Washington Post from beneath an azalea bush. I never know where I’m going to find the thing; whoever pitches it never got past T-ball.“Good morning! Beautiful day in the neighborhood.” It’s Yasmin Siegel, my eighty-something neighbor from across the street, with her black Lab, Cookie.“I guess.” I slide the paper out from its transparent plastic sleeve.“Seriously, Alex, a day like this in Washington, D.C. ” She shakes her head in disbelief. “It’s a gift. End of May? You can get some real stinkers.” She points her finger at me. “You enjoy it, you and those boys.”“I was hoping for rain,” I tell her, looking up at the cloudless blue sky.“Ri-ight,” Yasmin chuckles. “O-kay, Cookie. I get the message.” She gives me a jaunty wave and heads toward the park.Actually, I was hoping for rain. I check the weather map on the back of the Me
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