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Название книги: 13 1/2
Автор(ы): Nevada Barr
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/13-1_2-160902.html
© 2009
For Barbara Peters, who moves mountains without breaking a sweat.
PROLOGUE
“By the Month or by the Night” read the sign over the entrance to the trailer park.Wind, cold for April, chased dirt and beer cans up the gravel street. Clutching her geometry book to her chest, Polly stood on the wooden step outside the door of her mother’s trailer, her ear pressed against the aluminum. The icy bite of metal against her skin brought on a memory so sharp all she felt was its teeth. She’d been almost nine years old.A nightmare was what she thought. Nightmares had ripped apart her dreams since she could remember. Something heavy pressed on her back, pinning her to the mattress, mashing her face into the pillow so she couldn’t breathe. The smell of whisky and cigarettes came into the dream, and Polly knew it was real life. In her dreams, she never smelled things.It was Bernie. He’d been looking at her all hot-eyed and smarmy until Hilda got pissed and made her go to bed early. Though Polly’s ninth birthday wasn’t for a couple weeks, she
Название книги: 13 1/2
Автор(ы): Nevada Barr
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/13-1_2-160902.html
© 2009
For Barbara Peters, who moves mountains without breaking a sweat.
PROLOGUE
“By the Month or by the Night” read the sign over the entrance to the trailer park.Wind, cold for April, chased dirt and beer cans up the gravel street. Clutching her geometry book to her chest, Polly stood on the wooden step outside the door of her mother’s trailer, her ear pressed against the aluminum. The icy bite of metal against her skin brought on a memory so sharp all she felt was its teeth. She’d been almost nine years old.A nightmare was what she thought. Nightmares had ripped apart her dreams since she could remember. Something heavy pressed on her back, pinning her to the mattress, mashing her face into the pillow so she couldn’t breathe. The smell of whisky and cigarettes came into the dream, and Polly knew it was real life. In her dreams, she never smelled things.It was Bernie. He’d been looking at her all hot-eyed and smarmy until Hilda got pissed and made her go to bed early. Though Polly’s ninth birthday wasn’t for a couple weeks, she
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