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Название книги: 7th Heaven
Автор(ы): James Patterson
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/7th-Heaven-163699.html
The seventh book in the Women's Murder Club series
To our spouses and children: Susie and Jack, John and BrendanOur thanks and gratitude to these top professionals, who were so generous with their time and expertise: Dr. Humphrey Germaniuk, Captain Richard Conklin, Chuck Hanni, Dr. Allen Ross, Philip R. Hoffman, Melody Fujimori, Mickey Sherman, and Dr. Maria Paige.And special thanks to our excellent researchers, Ellie Shurtleff, Don MacBain, Lynn Colomello, and Margaret Ross, and to Mary Jordan, who keeps it all together.
Prologue. THE CHRISTMAS SONG
One
TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room, and apple logs crackled in the fireplace, scenting the air as they burned.A digitized Bing Crosby crooned “The Christmas Song.”“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose…”Henry Jablonsky couldn’t see the boys clearly. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses
Название книги: 7th Heaven
Автор(ы): James Patterson
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/7th-Heaven-163699.html
The seventh book in the Women's Murder Club series
To our spouses and children: Susie and Jack, John and BrendanOur thanks and gratitude to these top professionals, who were so generous with their time and expertise: Dr. Humphrey Germaniuk, Captain Richard Conklin, Chuck Hanni, Dr. Allen Ross, Philip R. Hoffman, Melody Fujimori, Mickey Sherman, and Dr. Maria Paige.And special thanks to our excellent researchers, Ellie Shurtleff, Don MacBain, Lynn Colomello, and Margaret Ross, and to Mary Jordan, who keeps it all together.
Prologue. THE CHRISTMAS SONG
One
TINY LIGHTS WINKED on the Douglas fir standing tall and full in front of the picture window. Swags of Christmas greenery and dozens of cards decked the well-appointed living room, and apple logs crackled in the fireplace, scenting the air as they burned.A digitized Bing Crosby crooned “The Christmas Song.”“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose…”Henry Jablonsky couldn’t see the boys clearly. The one called Hawk had snatched off his glasses
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