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Название книги: London Bridges
Автор(ы): James Patterson
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/London-Bridges-163041.html
The tenth book in the Alex Cross series
For Larry Kirshbaum.Here's to the tenth Alex Cross.None of this would have happened without your commitment, your wise counsel, and your friendship.
Prologue
THE WEASEL RETURNS, AND WHAT A NICE SURPRISE
Chapter 1
Colonel Geoffrey Shafer loved his new life in Salvador, Brazil 's third-largest city and some would say its most intriguing. It was definitely the most fun.He had rented a plush six-bedroom villa directly across from Guarajuba Beach, where he spent his days drinking sweet caipirinhas and ice-cold Brahma beers, or sometimes playing tennis at the club. At night, Colonel Shafer-the psychopathic killer better known as the Weasel-was up to his old tricks, hunting on the dark, narrow, winding streets of the Old City. He had lost count of his kills in Brazil, and nobody in Salvador seemed to care, or even keep count. There hadn't been a single newspaper story about the disappearance of young prostitutes. Not one. Maybe it was true what they said of the people here-when
Название книги: London Bridges
Автор(ы): James Patterson
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/London-Bridges-163041.html
The tenth book in the Alex Cross series
For Larry Kirshbaum.Here's to the tenth Alex Cross.None of this would have happened without your commitment, your wise counsel, and your friendship.
Prologue
THE WEASEL RETURNS, AND WHAT A NICE SURPRISE
Chapter 1
Colonel Geoffrey Shafer loved his new life in Salvador, Brazil 's third-largest city and some would say its most intriguing. It was definitely the most fun.He had rented a plush six-bedroom villa directly across from Guarajuba Beach, where he spent his days drinking sweet caipirinhas and ice-cold Brahma beers, or sometimes playing tennis at the club. At night, Colonel Shafer-the psychopathic killer better known as the Weasel-was up to his old tricks, hunting on the dark, narrow, winding streets of the Old City. He had lost count of his kills in Brazil, and nobody in Salvador seemed to care, or even keep count. There hadn't been a single newspaper story about the disappearance of young prostitutes. Not one. Maybe it was true what they said of the people here-when
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