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Название книги: The Road To Ruin
Автор(ы): Donald Westlake
Жанр: Иронический детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Road-To-Ruin-172803.html
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DORTMUNDER SAT IN HIS living room to watch the local evening news, and had just about come to the conclusion that every multiple-dwelling residence in the state of New Jersey would eventually burn to the ground, three per news cycle, when the doorbell rang. He looked up, surprised, not expecting anybody, and then became doubly surprised when he realized it had not been the familiar blatt of the hall doorbell right upstairs here, but the never-heard ing of the street-level bell, sounding in the kitchen.Rising, he left the living room and stepped out to the hall, to see May looking down at him from the kitchen, her hands full of today’s gleanings from her job at Safeway as she said, “Who is it?”“Not this bell,” he told her, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder at the hall door. “The street bell.”“The street bell?”Dortmunder clomped on back to the kitchen, to the intercom on the wall there that had never worked, that the landlord had just repaired in a blatant ploy to raise the rent. Not sure of th
Название книги: The Road To Ruin
Автор(ы): Donald Westlake
Жанр: Иронический детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Road-To-Ruin-172803.html
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DORTMUNDER SAT IN HIS living room to watch the local evening news, and had just about come to the conclusion that every multiple-dwelling residence in the state of New Jersey would eventually burn to the ground, three per news cycle, when the doorbell rang. He looked up, surprised, not expecting anybody, and then became doubly surprised when he realized it had not been the familiar blatt of the hall doorbell right upstairs here, but the never-heard ing of the street-level bell, sounding in the kitchen.Rising, he left the living room and stepped out to the hall, to see May looking down at him from the kitchen, her hands full of today’s gleanings from her job at Safeway as she said, “Who is it?”“Not this bell,” he told her, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder at the hall door. “The street bell.”“The street bell?”Dortmunder clomped on back to the kitchen, to the intercom on the wall there that had never worked, that the landlord had just repaired in a blatant ploy to raise the rent. Not sure of th
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