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Название книги: The Second Chair
Автор(ы): John Lescroart
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Second-Chair-161692.html
The tenth book in the Dismas Hardy series, 2004
To Jack Sawyer LescroartAlmost all our faults are more pardonable than the methods we think up to hide them.– François de la Rochefoucauld
PART ONEPROLOGUE
Only four minutes remained in sixteen-year-old Laura Wright's life as she came out of the bathroom of the small apartment on Beaumont Street in San Francisco. Her eyes glistened with the residue of recent tears. But in the bathroom she'd splashed water over her face and washed away the smeared mascara and makeup, and now her skin glowed. A damp tendril of blond hair hung over a broad, unlined forehead.She walked through the tiny living room and over to where Mr. Mooney, her drama coach, leaned over the kitchen table, making some notes in his neat hand in the margins of the script they were rehearsing. At her approach, he straightened up. In the brighter light of the kitchen, Laura's eyes picked up some of the turquoise in her blouse.Mooney wore a kind face, projected an easy manner. Ten years before he'd bee
Название книги: The Second Chair
Автор(ы): John Lescroart
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Second-Chair-161692.html
The tenth book in the Dismas Hardy series, 2004
To Jack Sawyer LescroartAlmost all our faults are more pardonable than the methods we think up to hide them.– François de la Rochefoucauld
PART ONEPROLOGUE
Only four minutes remained in sixteen-year-old Laura Wright's life as she came out of the bathroom of the small apartment on Beaumont Street in San Francisco. Her eyes glistened with the residue of recent tears. But in the bathroom she'd splashed water over her face and washed away the smeared mascara and makeup, and now her skin glowed. A damp tendril of blond hair hung over a broad, unlined forehead.She walked through the tiny living room and over to where Mr. Mooney, her drama coach, leaned over the kitchen table, making some notes in his neat hand in the margins of the script they were rehearsing. At her approach, he straightened up. In the brighter light of the kitchen, Laura's eyes picked up some of the turquoise in her blouse.Mooney wore a kind face, projected an easy manner. Ten years before he'd bee
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