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Название книги: Just One Look
Автор(ы): Harlan Coben
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Just-One-Look-196654.html
This book is for Jack Armstrong, because he’s one of the good guys“Babe, give me your best memory,But it don’t equal pale ink.”– Chinese proverb adapted for lyrics in song“Pale Ink” by the Jimmy X Band(written by James Xavier Farmington. All rights reserved)Scott Duncan sat across from the killer.The windowless room of thundercloud gray was awkward and still, stuck in that lull when the music first starts and neither stranger is sure how to begin the dance. Scott tried a noncommittal nod. The killer, decked out in prison-issue orange, simply stared. Scott folded his hands and put them on the metal table. The killer – his file said he was Monte Scanlon, but there was no way that was his real name – might have done likewise had his hands not been cuffed.Why, Scott wondered yet again, am I here?His specialty was prosecuting corrupt politicians – something of a vigorous cottage industry in his home state of New Jersey – but three hours ago, Monte Scanlon, a mass executioner by any standards, had finally broken his silen
Название книги: Just One Look
Автор(ы): Harlan Coben
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Just-One-Look-196654.html
This book is for Jack Armstrong, because he’s one of the good guys“Babe, give me your best memory,But it don’t equal pale ink.”– Chinese proverb adapted for lyrics in song“Pale Ink” by the Jimmy X Band(written by James Xavier Farmington. All rights reserved)Scott Duncan sat across from the killer.The windowless room of thundercloud gray was awkward and still, stuck in that lull when the music first starts and neither stranger is sure how to begin the dance. Scott tried a noncommittal nod. The killer, decked out in prison-issue orange, simply stared. Scott folded his hands and put them on the metal table. The killer – his file said he was Monte Scanlon, but there was no way that was his real name – might have done likewise had his hands not been cuffed.Why, Scott wondered yet again, am I here?His specialty was prosecuting corrupt politicians – something of a vigorous cottage industry in his home state of New Jersey – but three hours ago, Monte Scanlon, a mass executioner by any standards, had finally broken his silen
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