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Название книги: A Perfect Evil
Автор(ы): Alex Kava
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/A-Perfect-Evil-195937.html
The first book in the Maggie O'Dell series
Prologue
NebraskaState PenitentiaryLincoln, Nebraska Wednesday, July 17“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” Ronald Jeffreys’ raspy monotone made the phrase a challenge rather than a confession.Father Stephen Francis stared at Jeffreys’ hands, mesmerized by the large knuckles and stubby fingers, nails bitten to the quick. The fingers twisted-no, strangled-the corner of his blue government-issue shirt. The old priest imagined those same fingers twisting and choking the life out of little Bobby Wilson.“Is that how we start?”Jeffreys’ voice startled the priest. “That’s fine,” he answered quickly.His sweaty palms stuck to the leather Bible. His collar was suddenly too tight. The prison’s deathwatch chamber didn’t have enough air for both men. The gray concrete walls boxed them in with only one tiny window, black with night. The pungent smell of green pepper and onion nauseated the old priest. He glanced at the remnants of Jeffreys’ last supper, scattered bits of pizza crust and
Название книги: A Perfect Evil
Автор(ы): Alex Kava
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/A-Perfect-Evil-195937.html
The first book in the Maggie O'Dell series
Prologue
NebraskaState PenitentiaryLincoln, Nebraska Wednesday, July 17“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” Ronald Jeffreys’ raspy monotone made the phrase a challenge rather than a confession.Father Stephen Francis stared at Jeffreys’ hands, mesmerized by the large knuckles and stubby fingers, nails bitten to the quick. The fingers twisted-no, strangled-the corner of his blue government-issue shirt. The old priest imagined those same fingers twisting and choking the life out of little Bobby Wilson.“Is that how we start?”Jeffreys’ voice startled the priest. “That’s fine,” he answered quickly.His sweaty palms stuck to the leather Bible. His collar was suddenly too tight. The prison’s deathwatch chamber didn’t have enough air for both men. The gray concrete walls boxed them in with only one tiny window, black with night. The pungent smell of green pepper and onion nauseated the old priest. He glanced at the remnants of Jeffreys’ last supper, scattered bits of pizza crust and
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