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Parker Robert B.
Книга "Widow’s Walk"
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Robert B Parker Widow’s Walk Joan, Dave, and Dan: the rest is decoration. C...
Robert B Parker Widow’s Walk ...
Joan, Dave, and Dan: the rest is decoration. ...
CHAPTER ONE “I think she’s probably guilty,” Rita Fiore said to me. We were in her office, hig...
CHAPTER TWO I was in the office of the Homicide Commander. “If she did it,” I said, “wouldn’t ...
CHAPTER THREE We were walking toward the Cone Oakes conference room on the thirty-fifth floor. ...
CHAPTER FOUR I went with Belson to the new Suffolk County House of Correction in South Bay, whe...
CHAPTER FIVE Larson Graf faxed me an invitation list with the names of Mary Smith’s 227 closest...
CHAPTER SIX It was almost May. The azaleas were blooming. The swan boats were active in the Pub...
CHAPTER SEVEN I went back to my list of names. A number of Mary Smith’s 226 other best friends ...
CHAPTER EIGHT Pequod Savings and Loan was essentially a suburban bank. It had branches in Conco...
CHAPTER NINE There had been something lurking behind what Amy Peters had said. She knew somethi...
CHAPTER TEN I was in my office tilted back in my chair with my feet up drinking a cup of coffee...
CHAPTER ELEVEN Once you know you’re being tailed it is easy to spot it. Today we were cruising ...
CHAPTER TWELVE Susan had decided we should ride bikes. So we rented a couple, to see how we lik...
CHAPTER THIRTEEN I was on the low doorstep of a three-decker on Lithgow Street off Codman Squar...
CHAPTER FOURTEEN Since she was a pillar of the community and adjudged not a flight risk, and be...
CHAPTER FIFTEEN Susan and I and Hawk and a woman named Estelle Raphael were having dinner at a ...
CHAPTER SIXTEEN Hawk was standing at the window of my office looking down at the green Chevy id...
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Brinkman “Brink” Tyler had his office in a recycled warehouse on the recycled...
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN When I got to the garage there was a fat guy lingering around the elevator, an...
CHAPTER NINETEEN Rita had sandwiches and coffee sent in, and we ate lunch together at a cherry-...
CHAPTER TWENTY I leaned on the heavy bag and watched Hawk hit the speed. His face was expressio...
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE I was sitting in the guidance office at Franklin High School, talking with a...
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO I sat with Susan and Pearl on the front steps of her big Victorian house in ...
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE It took me three days to boil the class lists down to people I could locat...
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR I was in my office reading Tank Mcationamara and preparing to think about M...
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE “Do you think she’s in any real danger?” Susan said. “Probably not,” I sai...
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX There was a photographer I knew named Race Witherspoon who was gayer than sp...
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN Frank Belson, with a fresh shave and his suit pressed, came into my office...
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT I was in a booth in a donut shop talking to a gray-haired guy with a good-...
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE “Did Amy Peters have a case?” I said. “There’s always a case,” Maggie Mill...
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE “You seem down,” I said to Susan. “Would you like me to have sex with you an...
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO Race Witherspoon opened his studio door for me looking as if he had just ing...
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE It was early evening when I left Race’s loft. Darker than it should have b...
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR I got through with the cops about 3:30 in the morning. During which time I ...
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE It was still raining when I drove up Route 95 to Boxford. It was early even...
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX Belson called me at home, early. It was still a half hour before sunrise and...
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN Mary Smith wouldn’t talk to me without Rita there, and apparently she woul...
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT Hawk was in my office when I returned. He was sitting in my chair with his...
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE I called Frank Belson and asked him if we could arrange to talk with DeRosa...
CHAPTER FORTY “We’ll let the B and E slide,” Quirk said. “But corpses keep showing up in your a...
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE We were in Hawk’s car. It was 10:15 on a bright summer morning when we pulled...
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO Ann Kiley had the second biggest corner office on the twenty-fifth floor of a...
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE It was Sunday. I was drinking coffee with my right hand and driving with my...
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR I went over to Pequod Bank on Monday morning to talk with Marvin Conroy. He ...
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE Maybe I should do what Susan said. I had rarely gotten in trouble doing that...
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX Hawk and I reported in to Rita Fiore. Actually I was reporting to Rita, Hawk ...
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN Hawk and I drove down to Franklin in Hawk’s Jaguar. “Figure you show up in...
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT I had a picture of Marvin Conroy that Rita had gotten me from the Pequod Ba...
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE Quirk called me in the morning, at home, while I was still lying in bed thin...
CHAPTER FIFTY Levesque’s statement was sort of complete, but the essence of it was that his old...
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE When I got back to my office there were two calls on my answering machine. On...
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO It was a hot day and there was no air moving. Donovan’s Liquors was a big sto...
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE Susan’s eyes were big and dark and brilliant with interest. “You think Ann ...
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR The seven of us met in a conference room down the hall from Quirk’s office. ...
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE Thomas Bisbee, wearing a yellow hard hat, was standing in the middle of a bi...
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX I sat with Vinnie Morris in my car parked on the second level of a parking ga...
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN It was probably two full minutes, and Kiley had knocked three times when An...
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT “I didn’t kill anybody,” Conroy said. “You just had it done,” I said. “No...
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE Abner Grove wore a blue polo shirt and tan slacks, loafers with no socks. “...
CHAPTER SIXTY Larson Graff denied that he knew Felton Shawcross, denied that he had introduced ...
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE The next morning I went to a place on lower Washington Street that sold what ...
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO Susan and I had been making love with one another for quite a number of years...
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