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Название: If Wishes Were Horses

Автор: W. Kinsella P.

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Зарубежные детективы

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       If Wishes Were Horses

      BY W. P. KINSELLA

       Copyright

      The Friday Project An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 77–85 Fulham Palace Road Hammersmith, London W6 8JB

       www.harpercollins.co.uk

      This ebook first published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Publishers Ltd 2014

      Copyright © W. P. Kinsella 1996

      Cover design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2014

      Quotation from The Temple of Dawn by Yukio Mishima reprinted with permission of Random House, Inc

      W. P. Kinsella asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      FIRST EDITION

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9780007497553

      Ebook Edition © July 2014 ISBN: 9780007497560

      Version: 2014-07-31

      Contents

       Title Page

      Copyright

      

      SECTION ONE: HEARTLAND

      ONE: RAY KINSELLA

       TWO: GIDEON CLARKE

      THREE: RAY KINSELLA

       EIGHT: JOE McCOY

       NINE: JOE McCOY

       TEN: JOE McCOY

       SECTION TWO: AT LARGE

       ELEVEN: JOE McCOY

       TWELVE: RAY KINSELLA

       THIRTEEN: GIDEON CLARKE

       FOURTEEN: JOE McCOY

       FIFTEEN: JOE MCCOY

       SIXTEEN: JOE McCOY

       SEVENTEEN: JOE McCOY

       EIGHTEEN: JOE McCOY

       SECTION THREE: IF WISHES WERE HORSES

       NINETEEN: JOE McCOY

       TWENTY: GIDEON CLARKE

       TWENTY-ONE: JOE McCOY

       TWENTY-TWO: JOE McCOY

       TWENTY-THREE: JOE McCOY

       TWENTY-FOUR: JOE McCOY

       Also by the W.P. Kinsella

       About the Publisher

       SECTION ONE HEARTLAND

      They say it can’t be done,

      but sometimes it doesn’t always work.

      —Casey Stengel

       ONE

       RAY KINSELLA

      This morning I received a telephone call from a man on the FBI’s 10 Most Wanted List. Annie handed me the phone as I walked in the back door of our farmhouse, my shoes covered in early morning dew. The odors of morning trailed me into the kitchen, which is warm as a comforter and exudes its own odors: coffee, toast, cinnamon, frying bacon.

      ‘This is Joe McCoy,’ the thin, rather nervous voice said. ‘Do you know who I am?’

      ‘Everyone with a television set knows who you are,’ I replied.

      ‘I’m not far away,’ McCoy said.

      ‘I’m not sure I want to hear this …’

      ‘Listen, don’t believe everything you see on television or read in the newspapers. Events don’t always happen the way they’re reported. Especially not the way they’re reported.’

      ‘I understand that. But what do you want from me?’

      ‘I’ve heard rumors about unusual goings-on at your farm, that you have a complete baseball field in your back yard, that all kinds of people from all over the world visit your farm every summer. I’ve heard that weird things happen out there at night, that there are long-dead ballplayers …’

      ‘Mostly true,’ I said. ‘It’s no secret from anyone who wants to know. I didn’t know you’d kept in touch with events in this part of the world.’

      ‘I’m calling you as a sort of last resort. I was hoping we might have something in common.’

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