Rain on the Dead. Jack Higgins
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Название: Rain on the Dead
Автор: Jack Higgins
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Приключения: прочее
isbn: 9780007585854
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Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2014
Copyright © Harry Patterson 2014
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Source ISBN: 9780007585847
Ebook Edition © December 2014 ISBN: 9780007585854
Version: 2014-12-02
In fond memory of my dear mother-in-law,
Sarah Palmer
Rain on the dead
and
wash away their sins
–IRISH PROVERB
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Nantucket
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
New York, London, Ireland
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Washington, Paris, London
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Also by Jack Higgins
About the Publisher
The island of Nantucket, Massachusetts – high summer, the western end of the harbour crowded with boats, many tied up at the jetty. Among them was a scarlet-and-white sport-fisherman named Dolphin. On the flying bridge, a grey-haired man sat at the wheel playing a clarinet, something plaintive and touching. He was around sixty, a white curling beard giving him the look of an old sailor.
The man who joined him from below, wearing swimming trunks, had dark tousled hair and the beard of some medieval bravo. He was fit and muscular, his smile pleasant enough, his only unusual feature two scars on his left chest which any doctor would have recognized as relics from old bullet wounds.
He spoke in Irish. ‘Big night, Kelly!’
The other answered in the same. ‘You could say that. It’ll be dark soon, Tod – if you’re going to grab that swim, it’d better be now.’
‘I will. Keep your eye out for that kid, Henry, from the harbourmaster’s office. He’s bringing our passports and the credit card, so don’t forget to speak like the Yank your passport says you are.’
He slid down the ladder, vaulted over the rail, and swam away. Kelly heard a call from the dock.
‘Mr Jackson, are you there?’
Kelly descended the ladder. ‘He’s having a swim. I’m his partner, Jeremy Hawkins.’
Henry handed over the two passports. ‘There you go, sir, Mr Jackson’s credit card is in the envelope and your mooring licence covers you until Friday.’
Kelly took the package. ‘Thanks, son.’
‘That’s great clarinet I just heard. Kind of sounds like Gershwin, though I don’t recognize the tune.’
‘It’s an Irish folk song called “The Lark in the Clear Air”. And you’re right, I did put a bit of Gershwin in there.’
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