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Название книги: Blue-Eyed Devil
Автор(ы): Robert Parker
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Blue-Eyed-Devil-192302.html
The fourth book in the Virgil Cole and Everett Hitch series, 2010
For Joan: blue-eyed and devilish, in exactly the right proportion
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LAW ENFORCEMENT in Appaloosa had once been Virgil Cole and me. Now there were a chief of police and twelve policemen. Our third day back in town, the chief invited us to the office for a talk.He was tall and very fat in a derby hat and a dark suit, with a star on his vest, and big black-handled Colt in a Huckleberry inside his coat. Standing silently around the room were four of his police officers, dressed in white shirts and dark pants, each with a Colt on his hip.The chief gestured for us to sit. Virgil sat. I leaned my shotgun on the wall by the door and sat beside him.“Heard ’bout both of you,” he said. “Heard ’bout that thing, too. What’s it fire, grapeshot?”“It’s an eight-gauge,” I said. “Good for grouse.”“Or fucking hippopotamuses,” the chief said.“Them, too,” I said.“Name’s Amos Callico,” he said. “Thought we should have a chitchat.”Virgil nodded.“You’re Virgil Cole,” Ca
Название книги: Blue-Eyed Devil
Автор(ы): Robert Parker
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Blue-Eyed-Devil-192302.html
The fourth book in the Virgil Cole and Everett Hitch series, 2010
For Joan: blue-eyed and devilish, in exactly the right proportion
1
LAW ENFORCEMENT in Appaloosa had once been Virgil Cole and me. Now there were a chief of police and twelve policemen. Our third day back in town, the chief invited us to the office for a talk.He was tall and very fat in a derby hat and a dark suit, with a star on his vest, and big black-handled Colt in a Huckleberry inside his coat. Standing silently around the room were four of his police officers, dressed in white shirts and dark pants, each with a Colt on his hip.The chief gestured for us to sit. Virgil sat. I leaned my shotgun on the wall by the door and sat beside him.“Heard ’bout both of you,” he said. “Heard ’bout that thing, too. What’s it fire, grapeshot?”“It’s an eight-gauge,” I said. “Good for grouse.”“Or fucking hippopotamuses,” the chief said.“Them, too,” I said.“Name’s Amos Callico,” he said. “Thought we should have a chitchat.”Virgil nodded.“You’re Virgil Cole,” Ca
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