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Название книги: From Potter's Field
Автор(ы): Patricia Cornwell
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/From-Potter_s-Field-230170.html
A Kay Scarpetta Mystery
And he said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground.
—Genesis 4:10
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
He walked with sure steps through snow, which was deep in Central Park, and it was late now, but he was not certain how late. Toward the Ramble rocks were black beneath stars, and he could hear and see his breathing because he was not like anybody else. Temple Gault had always been magical, a god who wore a human body. He did not slip as he walked, for example, when he was quite certain others would, and he did not know fear. Beneath the bill of a baseball cap, his eyes scanned.
In the spot - and he knew precisely where it was - he squatted, moving the skirt of a long black coat out of the way. He set an old army knapsack in the snow and held his bare bloody hands in front of him, and though they were cold, they weren't impossibly cold. Gault did not like gloves unless they were made of latex, which was not warm, either.
Название книги: From Potter's Field
Автор(ы): Patricia Cornwell
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/From-Potter_s-Field-230170.html
A Kay Scarpetta Mystery
And he said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground.
—Genesis 4:10
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
He walked with sure steps through snow, which was deep in Central Park, and it was late now, but he was not certain how late. Toward the Ramble rocks were black beneath stars, and he could hear and see his breathing because he was not like anybody else. Temple Gault had always been magical, a god who wore a human body. He did not slip as he walked, for example, when he was quite certain others would, and he did not know fear. Beneath the bill of a baseball cap, his eyes scanned.
In the spot - and he knew precisely where it was - he squatted, moving the skirt of a long black coat out of the way. He set an old army knapsack in the snow and held his bare bloody hands in front of him, and though they were cold, they weren't impossibly cold. Gault did not like gloves unless they were made of latex, which was not warm, either.
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