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Название книги: Hard Landing
Автор(ы): Lynne Heitman
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Hard-Landing-154366.html
The first book in the Alex Shanahan series, 2001
PROLOGUE
Angelo rolled over, reached across his wife, and tried to catch the phone before it rang again. He grabbed the receiver and held it before answering, listening for the sound of her rhythmic breathing that told him she was still asleep."Yeah?""Angie, get your ass out of bed. You gotta do something for me."He recognized the voice immediately, but didn't like the tone. "Who's this?""Stop screwing around, Angie."He switched the phone to his other ear and lowered his voice. "What the hell you doin' calling over here this time of the night? You're gonna wake up Theresa.""I need you to find Petey.""You gotta be kiddin' me." He twisted around to see the clock radio on his side of the bed. Without his glasses, it took a serious squint to turn the blurry red glow into individual digits. Twelve-twenty, for God's sake, twelve-twenty in the friggin' morning. "I got an early shift and it's raining like a sonofabitch out there. Find him yourself.""I'm working here, Angie. I
Название книги: Hard Landing
Автор(ы): Lynne Heitman
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Hard-Landing-154366.html
The first book in the Alex Shanahan series, 2001
PROLOGUE
Angelo rolled over, reached across his wife, and tried to catch the phone before it rang again. He grabbed the receiver and held it before answering, listening for the sound of her rhythmic breathing that told him she was still asleep."Yeah?""Angie, get your ass out of bed. You gotta do something for me."He recognized the voice immediately, but didn't like the tone. "Who's this?""Stop screwing around, Angie."He switched the phone to his other ear and lowered his voice. "What the hell you doin' calling over here this time of the night? You're gonna wake up Theresa.""I need you to find Petey.""You gotta be kiddin' me." He twisted around to see the clock radio on his side of the bed. Without his glasses, it took a serious squint to turn the blurry red glow into individual digits. Twelve-twenty, for God's sake, twelve-twenty in the friggin' morning. "I got an early shift and it's raining like a sonofabitch out there. Find him yourself.""I'm working here, Angie. I
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