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Название книги: The Hanged Man’s Song
Автор(ы): John Sandford
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Hanged-Man_s-Song-231252.html
The fourth book in the Kidd And LuEllen series, 2003
THIS ONE IS FOR MY FELLOW HOSERS AT THE ST. PAUL PAPERS.YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
Chapter One
NOW THE BLACK MAN screamed No!, now the black man shouted, Get out, motherfucker, and Carp, a big-boy at thirty, felt the explosion behind his eyes.Tantrum.They were in the black man’s neatly kept sick-house, his infirmary. Carp snatched the green oxygen cylinder off its stand, felt the weight as he swung it overhead. The black man began to turn in his wheelchair, his dark eyes coming around through the narrow, fashionable glasses, the gun turning, the gun looking like a toy.And now it goes to slo-mo, the sounds of the house fading-the soprano on public radio, fading; the rumble of a passing car, fading; the hoarse, angry words from the black man, fading to inaudible gibberish; and the black man turning, and the gun, all in slo-mo, the sounds fading as time slowed down…Then lurching to fast forward:“HAIYAH!” James Carp screamed it, gobs of spit flying, one ex
Название книги: The Hanged Man’s Song
Автор(ы): John Sandford
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Hanged-Man_s-Song-231252.html
The fourth book in the Kidd And LuEllen series, 2003
THIS ONE IS FOR MY FELLOW HOSERS AT THE ST. PAUL PAPERS.YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
Chapter One
NOW THE BLACK MAN screamed No!, now the black man shouted, Get out, motherfucker, and Carp, a big-boy at thirty, felt the explosion behind his eyes.Tantrum.They were in the black man’s neatly kept sick-house, his infirmary. Carp snatched the green oxygen cylinder off its stand, felt the weight as he swung it overhead. The black man began to turn in his wheelchair, his dark eyes coming around through the narrow, fashionable glasses, the gun turning, the gun looking like a toy.And now it goes to slo-mo, the sounds of the house fading-the soprano on public radio, fading; the rumble of a passing car, fading; the hoarse, angry words from the black man, fading to inaudible gibberish; and the black man turning, and the gun, all in slo-mo, the sounds fading as time slowed down…Then lurching to fast forward:“HAIYAH!” James Carp screamed it, gobs of spit flying, one ex
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