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Название книги: Cherry Bomb
Автор(ы): J. Konrath
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Cherry-Bomb-150892.html
The sixth book in the Jack Daniels series, 2009
This book is dedicated to my wife,my one true love,and my very best friend.Happily, they’re all the same person.You’re magic, Maria.
CHERRY BOMB
1 oz. vodka1½ oz. white crème de cacao¾ oz. grenadine1 maraschino cherryShake vodka, crème de cacao,and grenadine with ice.Pour into a rocks glass.Garnish with cherry.
CHAPTER 1
AT MY FIANCÉ’S FUNERAL I got a phone call from the woman who killed him.“I checked the Weather Channel.” Her tone was conversational, cheery. “It’s raining in Chicago. That’s appropriate, don’t you think? Funerals on sunny days seem so wrong.”The pastor hit the switch, and the mechanical winch lowered Latham’s casket into the ground on black canvas straps. Slow, like it was sinking into a swamp. The rain beaded up on the lacquered oak lid and I had an irrational urge to find a towel, wipe it dry. Latham didn’t deserve to spend eternity wet.“I’m coming after you,” I whispered into the phone.“That’s what he said. Before I shot him. He said you’d come after me.
Название книги: Cherry Bomb
Автор(ы): J. Konrath
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Cherry-Bomb-150892.html
The sixth book in the Jack Daniels series, 2009
This book is dedicated to my wife,my one true love,and my very best friend.Happily, they’re all the same person.You’re magic, Maria.
CHERRY BOMB
1 oz. vodka1½ oz. white crème de cacao¾ oz. grenadine1 maraschino cherryShake vodka, crème de cacao,and grenadine with ice.Pour into a rocks glass.Garnish with cherry.
CHAPTER 1
AT MY FIANCÉ’S FUNERAL I got a phone call from the woman who killed him.“I checked the Weather Channel.” Her tone was conversational, cheery. “It’s raining in Chicago. That’s appropriate, don’t you think? Funerals on sunny days seem so wrong.”The pastor hit the switch, and the mechanical winch lowered Latham’s casket into the ground on black canvas straps. Slow, like it was sinking into a swamp. The rain beaded up on the lacquered oak lid and I had an irrational urge to find a towel, wipe it dry. Latham didn’t deserve to spend eternity wet.“I’m coming after you,” I whispered into the phone.“That’s what he said. Before I shot him. He said you’d come after me.
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