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Название книги: Chasing Darkness
Автор(ы): Robert Crais
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Chasing-Darkness-152737.html
Elvis Cole – #11, 2008
for Shelby Rotolobecause rope ladders andChristmas tree forts last forever
Acknowledgments
The publication of a book requires many hands. My thanks, as always, to-– my editor, Marysue Rucci, and publishers David Rosenthal and Louise Burke.– my copy editor, Patricia Crais. Thankfully, one of us can spell.– Aaron Priest, Lisa Vance, and Lucy Childs for their wise counsel and zealous representation; and,– Carol Topping and Clay Fourrier for creating the wonderful worlds of our website and newsletter at RobertCrais.com. Our family of readers now extends around the world, with numbers in the millions.
PROLOGUE
BEAKMAN AND Trenchard could smell the fire-it was still a mile away, but a sick desert wind carried the promise of Hell. Fire crews from around the city were converging on Laurel Canyon like red angels, as were black-and-white Adam cars, Emergency Services vehicles, and water-dropping helicopters out of Van Nuys and Burbank. The helicopters pounded by so low that Beakman and Trenchard c
Название книги: Chasing Darkness
Автор(ы): Robert Crais
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Chasing-Darkness-152737.html
Elvis Cole – #11, 2008
for Shelby Rotolobecause rope ladders andChristmas tree forts last forever
Acknowledgments
The publication of a book requires many hands. My thanks, as always, to-– my editor, Marysue Rucci, and publishers David Rosenthal and Louise Burke.– my copy editor, Patricia Crais. Thankfully, one of us can spell.– Aaron Priest, Lisa Vance, and Lucy Childs for their wise counsel and zealous representation; and,– Carol Topping and Clay Fourrier for creating the wonderful worlds of our website and newsletter at RobertCrais.com. Our family of readers now extends around the world, with numbers in the millions.
PROLOGUE
BEAKMAN AND Trenchard could smell the fire-it was still a mile away, but a sick desert wind carried the promise of Hell. Fire crews from around the city were converging on Laurel Canyon like red angels, as were black-and-white Adam cars, Emergency Services vehicles, and water-dropping helicopters out of Van Nuys and Burbank. The helicopters pounded by so low that Beakman and Trenchard c
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