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Название книги: The Sugar House
Автор(ы): Laura Lippman
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Sugar-House-195034.html
Book 5 in the Tess Monaghan mystery series, 2000
This book is for three women who changed my life:Michele Slung, by asking a single question Joan Jacobson, by asking for another page and Melody Simmons, by daring me to dream a dream.A Baltimorean is not merely John Doe, an isolated individual of Homo sapiens, exactly like every other John Doe. He is John Doe of a certain place-of Baltimore, of a definite home in Baltimore. It was not by accident that all the peoples of the Western world, very early in their history, began distinguishing their best men by adding of this or that place to their names.– H. L. Mencken, Evening Sun, February 16, 1925Never get caught with a dead girl or a live boy.– A political maxim of unknown origin
prologue
HENRY LOOKED AT THE TAPE RECORDER ON THE TABLE in front of him. Voice-activated, the cop said. You talk, the wheels turn. He coughed, clearing his throat, and sure enough, the wheels lurched, then stopped.My name is Henry Dembrow, he began. But they knew his name, it wasn’t the
Название книги: The Sugar House
Автор(ы): Laura Lippman
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Sugar-House-195034.html
Book 5 in the Tess Monaghan mystery series, 2000
This book is for three women who changed my life:Michele Slung, by asking a single question Joan Jacobson, by asking for another page and Melody Simmons, by daring me to dream a dream.A Baltimorean is not merely John Doe, an isolated individual of Homo sapiens, exactly like every other John Doe. He is John Doe of a certain place-of Baltimore, of a definite home in Baltimore. It was not by accident that all the peoples of the Western world, very early in their history, began distinguishing their best men by adding of this or that place to their names.– H. L. Mencken, Evening Sun, February 16, 1925Never get caught with a dead girl or a live boy.– A political maxim of unknown origin
prologue
HENRY LOOKED AT THE TAPE RECORDER ON THE TABLE in front of him. Voice-activated, the cop said. You talk, the wheels turn. He coughed, clearing his throat, and sure enough, the wheels lurched, then stopped.My name is Henry Dembrow, he began. But they knew his name, it wasn’t the
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