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Название книги: In The Hour Before Midnight aka The Sicilian Heritage
Автор(ы): Jack Higgins
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/In-The-Hour-Before-Midnight-aka-The-Sicilian-Heritage-195229.html
For Ken and Janet Swinhoe – and the other Amy
ONE
I SUPPOSE HE must have died during the night, but I only became aware of it in the heat of the day.Not that it made much difference, not even the stench of putrefaction. In that place everything died except me, Stacey Wyatt, the great survivor. There had been times when I would have greeted death as a friend, co-operated with him actively, but that was long ago – too long. Now, I waited in a limbo of my own devising, proof against all they could do to me.I’d been in the Hole for three days now, which was what it was called by prisoner and guard alike – a place of darkness and furnace heat where you rotted in your own filth and died from lack of air.It was the fourth time I’d been put down since they’d brought me to the labour camp at Fuad, each dose coinciding with one of Major Husseini’s inspections. In the June war he had been one of the thousands whipped in Sinai and left to stumble ho
Название книги: In The Hour Before Midnight aka The Sicilian Heritage
Автор(ы): Jack Higgins
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/In-The-Hour-Before-Midnight-aka-The-Sicilian-Heritage-195229.html
For Ken and Janet Swinhoe – and the other Amy
ONE
I SUPPOSE HE must have died during the night, but I only became aware of it in the heat of the day.Not that it made much difference, not even the stench of putrefaction. In that place everything died except me, Stacey Wyatt, the great survivor. There had been times when I would have greeted death as a friend, co-operated with him actively, but that was long ago – too long. Now, I waited in a limbo of my own devising, proof against all they could do to me.I’d been in the Hole for three days now, which was what it was called by prisoner and guard alike – a place of darkness and furnace heat where you rotted in your own filth and died from lack of air.It was the fourth time I’d been put down since they’d brought me to the labour camp at Fuad, each dose coinciding with one of Major Husseini’s inspections. In the June war he had been one of the thousands whipped in Sinai and left to stumble ho
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