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Название книги: Fuzzy Navel
Автор(ы): J. Konrath
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Fuzzy-Navel-151868.html
The fifth book in the Jack Daniels series, 2008
This book is for George Dailey,whose unwavering friendship and supportmake him worth several times his weight in gold.Or, in his case, barley.
FUZZY NAVEL
1½ oz. peach schnapps3 oz. orange juicePour schnapps in a rocks orold-fashioned glass filled with ice.Add orange juice.
4:38 P.M.KORK
IT’S QUIET IN THE SUBURBS. The only sound is from the cab that has dropped me off, making a U-turn at the dead end, then heading back down the quiet, winding road. Its taillights quickly disappear, swallowed up by the multitude of trees.I walk up the driveway and look at the house. It’s a ranch, laid out in the shape of an L, occupying half an acre of green lawn speckled with fallen leaves. There’s a double-car garage, the door closed. I see Mom through the front bay window. She’s sitting in a rocking chair and reading a book – how much more stereo typical elderly can you get? I check the front door, and as expected it is locked.I walk around the side of the house, running my hand along the
Название книги: Fuzzy Navel
Автор(ы): J. Konrath
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Fuzzy-Navel-151868.html
The fifth book in the Jack Daniels series, 2008
This book is for George Dailey,whose unwavering friendship and supportmake him worth several times his weight in gold.Or, in his case, barley.
FUZZY NAVEL
1½ oz. peach schnapps3 oz. orange juicePour schnapps in a rocks orold-fashioned glass filled with ice.Add orange juice.
4:38 P.M.KORK
IT’S QUIET IN THE SUBURBS. The only sound is from the cab that has dropped me off, making a U-turn at the dead end, then heading back down the quiet, winding road. Its taillights quickly disappear, swallowed up by the multitude of trees.I walk up the driveway and look at the house. It’s a ranch, laid out in the shape of an L, occupying half an acre of green lawn speckled with fallen leaves. There’s a double-car garage, the door closed. I see Mom through the front bay window. She’s sitting in a rocking chair and reading a book – how much more stereo typical elderly can you get? I check the front door, and as expected it is locked.I walk around the side of the house, running my hand along the
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