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Название книги: The Color of Blood
Автор(ы): Declan Hughes
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Color-of-Blood-192519.html
The second book in the Ed Loy series, 2007A Novel of Suspense
To my mother
Part One. HALLOWEEN
We from the bridge’s head descended, whereTo the eighth mound it joins, and then the chasmOpening to view, I saw a crowd withinOf serpents terrible, so strange of shapeAnd hideous, that remembrance in my veinsYet shrinks the vital current…Amid this dread exuberance of woeRan naked spirits wing’d with horrid fear,Nor hope had they of crevice where to hide,Or heliotrope to charm them out of view.DANTE, The Divine Comedy, InfernoCanto xxivTranslated by Cary
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THE LAST CASE I WORKED, I FOUND A SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD girl for her father; when she told me what he had done to her, I let her stay lost. The case before that, I provided a husband with evidence of his wife’s infidelity; that night, he beat her to death, then hanged himself in the marital bedroom. Now I was calling on a man who by nightfall would be the prime suspect in two murder cases. Maybe one of these days, I’d get a better class of client. Maybe someday. Maybe not today.The late October sun hung low in the grey morning sky, a silver glare behind the mist that had blown in south of Seafield. At Bayview Harbour, I swung sharp right up a steep lane and parked by a double-fronted stone Victorian house with a brass plaque on the wall that read “Shane Howard-Dental Surgeon.” I opened the low gate and walked along a cobbled path bordered by glistening rowan trees, their berries flaring blood orange through the mist. Crows on the roof beat their wings and made their low tubercular moan. At the heavy gr
Название книги: The Color of Blood
Автор(ы): Declan Hughes
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Color-of-Blood-192519.html
The second book in the Ed Loy series, 2007A Novel of Suspense
To my mother
Part One. HALLOWEEN
We from the bridge’s head descended, whereTo the eighth mound it joins, and then the chasmOpening to view, I saw a crowd withinOf serpents terrible, so strange of shapeAnd hideous, that remembrance in my veinsYet shrinks the vital current…Amid this dread exuberance of woeRan naked spirits wing’d with horrid fear,Nor hope had they of crevice where to hide,Or heliotrope to charm them out of view.DANTE, The Divine Comedy, InfernoCanto xxivTranslated by Cary
One
THE LAST CASE I WORKED, I FOUND A SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD girl for her father; when she told me what he had done to her, I let her stay lost. The case before that, I provided a husband with evidence of his wife’s infidelity; that night, he beat her to death, then hanged himself in the marital bedroom. Now I was calling on a man who by nightfall would be the prime suspect in two murder cases. Maybe one of these days, I’d get a better class of client. Maybe someday. Maybe not today.The late October sun hung low in the grey morning sky, a silver glare behind the mist that had blown in south of Seafield. At Bayview Harbour, I swung sharp right up a steep lane and parked by a double-fronted stone Victorian house with a brass plaque on the wall that read “Shane Howard-Dental Surgeon.” I opened the low gate and walked along a cobbled path bordered by glistening rowan trees, their berries flaring blood orange through the mist. Crows on the roof beat their wings and made their low tubercular moan. At the heavy gr
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