The Stray. Alessio Chiadini Beuri
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Название: The Stray

Автор: Alessio Chiadini Beuri

Издательство: Tektime S.r.l.s.

Жанр: Зарубежные детективы

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isbn: 9788835431008

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      Alessio Chiadini Beuri

      The Stray

      Transl.: Simona Casaccia

      Cover: ©Jason McCann ©Cottonbro © Alessio Chiadini Beuri

      ©Alessio Chiadini Beuri 2021

      Summary

       Andrew Lloyd

       The precinct

       Police Line Do Not Cross

       The witness

       A taxi ride

       Non-stop

       On two sides

       Sunshine Cab

       Bump in the road

       Family portrait

       Tennant’s

       The rescuer

       Vesper

       Stray

       A lovely man

       5 years

       Watery grave

       Distractions

       A small world

       Burning coals

       Ace in the hole

       It doesn't add up

       Gloria Stanton

       Treasure hunt

       No answer

       Chicago

       A lovely father

       The rat hole

       Scripta manent

       Shelter

       Fog in Rochelle

       End stop

       Light

       Back to school

       Little girl

       On the river

       Building 25

       John Doe

       Appointment

       Collect call

       Crossroad

       The Shadow

       Adele's

      "Good thing I'd left my gun here. The night is so quiet sometimes." he said as he entered the detective agency. The door closed behind him with a resounding slam.

      The woman on the other side of the desk, typing out some incomprehensible notebook notes, jumped with a lump that had knotted in her throat without warning. The man walked towards her without lifting the brim of his hat with his index finger to hide his eyes or remove his raincoat.

      "Didn't go, boss?"

      "That bastard Jimmy's gone rogue. One more time." Mason Stone leaned his elbow wearily on the lamp on the desk of his assistant, April Rosenbaum, a very blonde girl from a good family who, for her age, could have been his little sister.

      "He seems to do that when you look for him."

      "It's not that it looks like, he does it on purpose!"

      James Garfield, one of her informants, was a man who favoured easy joys and cheap vices. When he disappeared, you could be sure he had plucked someone's chickens or left a big hand uncovered in some gambling den.

      "When I get my hands on him..." he promised.

      "I forgot; you have visitors." April pointed with her eyes to the closed door of Mason's office. The detective turned to look too, as if he could see through the walls.

      At first, he grunted, surprised, then, annoyed, asked, "Federal?"

      "I don't think so..." replied April, biting her lip at that forgetfulness.

      "How is he dressed, like a dandy?"

      "He gave me the impression he was a Wall Street guy," she tried to make up for it.

      "Even worse then," sighed Mason. He had never taken his eyes off the door.

      As he entered his office, the dusty light from the window illuminated his mottled clothes. The hubbub of the door opening awakened the man at the back of the room, who was looking out over the beautiful view from the wall of the building opposite. His hands were buried in the pockets of his mouse-grey suit. He barely turned his head, as if he did not expect to see anyone enter. For his part, Stone did not say hello. СКАЧАТЬ