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Название книги: The Suspect
Автор(ы): John Lescroart
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Suspect-163304.html
Book 11 in the Dismas Hardy series, 2007
Back to basics, this book is to Lisa Marie Sawyer"Truth is the cry of all, but the game of few."– George Berkeley
One
On a clear, still and silent Sunday at the end of the second week in September, a fifty-year-old outdoor writer named Stuart Gorman sat on a flat-topped rock at the edge of a crystalline lake set in a bowl of granite near the California Desolation Wilderness Area a few miles southwest of Lake Tahoe. The lake's mirrored surface, unsullied by even the trace of a breeze, perfectly reflected the opposite shoreline-more granite, studded with pine and a purple sky above.Stuart could barely be seen to breathe. In the warm afternoon, he'd removed his T-shirt and placed it beside him. Now he wore only his hiking boots and a pair of brown shorts. Though he had a good head of medium-length dark brown hair, the gray in his two-day stubble and on his chest betrayed the bare fact of his age. Without the gray, the developed torso, perhaps dangerously tan, could have been that
Название книги: The Suspect
Автор(ы): John Lescroart
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Suspect-163304.html
Book 11 in the Dismas Hardy series, 2007
Back to basics, this book is to Lisa Marie Sawyer"Truth is the cry of all, but the game of few."– George Berkeley
One
On a clear, still and silent Sunday at the end of the second week in September, a fifty-year-old outdoor writer named Stuart Gorman sat on a flat-topped rock at the edge of a crystalline lake set in a bowl of granite near the California Desolation Wilderness Area a few miles southwest of Lake Tahoe. The lake's mirrored surface, unsullied by even the trace of a breeze, perfectly reflected the opposite shoreline-more granite, studded with pine and a purple sky above.Stuart could barely be seen to breathe. In the warm afternoon, he'd removed his T-shirt and placed it beside him. Now he wore only his hiking boots and a pair of brown shorts. Though he had a good head of medium-length dark brown hair, the gray in his two-day stubble and on his chest betrayed the bare fact of his age. Without the gray, the developed torso, perhaps dangerously tan, could have been that
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