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Название книги: Live to Tell
Автор(ы): Lisa Gardner
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Live-to-Tell-153167.html
The fourth book in the D.D. Warren series, 2010
PROLOGUE
DANIELLEI don’t remember that night much anymore. In the beginning, it seems like you’ll never forget. But time is a nebulous thing, especially for a child. And year by year, bit by bit, details started to fade from my memory. Coping skills, Dr. Frank assured me. The natural evolution of my psyche starting to heal. Nothing to feel guilty about.But of course, I do.I remember waking up to a scream. Maybe my mother’s, but according to the police report, most likely my sister’s. It was dark in my room. I was disoriented, couldn’t see. And there was a smell in the air. That’s what I remember most clearly after all these years. A smoky odor I thought might be from a fire, but was actually cordite, drifting down the hall.More noises. Things I could hear but not see: pounding footsteps, the thud of a body falling down the stairs. Then my father’s voice, booming from outside my bedroom door.“Oh Danny girl. My pretty, pretty Danny girl.”My door opened. A bright glowing re
Название книги: Live to Tell
Автор(ы): Lisa Gardner
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Live-to-Tell-153167.html
The fourth book in the D.D. Warren series, 2010
PROLOGUE
DANIELLEI don’t remember that night much anymore. In the beginning, it seems like you’ll never forget. But time is a nebulous thing, especially for a child. And year by year, bit by bit, details started to fade from my memory. Coping skills, Dr. Frank assured me. The natural evolution of my psyche starting to heal. Nothing to feel guilty about.But of course, I do.I remember waking up to a scream. Maybe my mother’s, but according to the police report, most likely my sister’s. It was dark in my room. I was disoriented, couldn’t see. And there was a smell in the air. That’s what I remember most clearly after all these years. A smoky odor I thought might be from a fire, but was actually cordite, drifting down the hall.More noises. Things I could hear but not see: pounding footsteps, the thud of a body falling down the stairs. Then my father’s voice, booming from outside my bedroom door.“Oh Danny girl. My pretty, pretty Danny girl.”My door opened. A bright glowing re
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