The Whisper. Carla Neggers
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Название: The Whisper
Автор: Carla Neggers
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Приключения: прочее
isbn: 9781472046369
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Praise for the novels of Carla Neggers
“Carla Neggers and her talents have not been
more in evidence than in her latest…it’s big,
bold and stunningly effective. Evidence of a writer
at the absolute top of her game still climbing higher.”
—Providence Journal on The Whisper
“No one does romantic suspense better.”
—Janet Evanovich
“Readers have come to expect excellence
from Neggers, and she delivers it here…
extremely absorbing.”
—RT Book Reviews on The Mist
“Neggers’s passages are so descriptive that one
almost finds one’s teeth chattering from fear and
anticipation as well as from the cold…the chill from
the emotionless and guiltless killers’ icy hearts is
enough to cause frostbite to our very souls.”
—Bookreporter on Cold Pursuit
“Neggers has few peers when it comes to crafting this
type of story. She combines a brain-teasing mystery
and a steamy, compelling romance into
a breathtaking reading experience.”
—RT Book Reviews on The Angel
“Here is intelligent writing
that remains highly entertaining.”
—Publishers Weekly on Betrayals
“Carla Neggers writes a story so vivid you can
smell the salt air and feel the mist on your skin.”
—Tess Gerritsen
The Whisper
Carla Neggers
For Leo
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Acknowledgments
1
Beara Peninsula, Southwest Ireland—late September
S coop Wisdom opened his daypack, got out his water bottle and took a drink. He sat on a cold, damp rock inside the remains of the isolated Irish stone cottage where the long summer had started with a beautiful woman, a tale of magic and fairies—and a killer obsessed with his own ideas of good and evil.
The autumn equinox had passed. Summer was over. Scoop told himself it was a new beginning, but he had unfinished business. It’d been gnawing at him ever since he’d regained consciousness in his Boston hospital room a month ago, after a bomb blast had almost killed him.
He was healed. It was time to go home and get back to work. Be a cop again.
He set his water bottle back in his pack and zipped up the outer compartment. A solitary ray of sunshine penetrated the tangle of vines above him where once there’d been a thatched roof. He could hear the rush of the stream just outside the ruin.
And water splashing. Scoop shifted position on the rock, listening, but there was no doubt. Someone—or something—was tramping in the stream that wound down from the rocky, barren hills above Kenmare Bay. He hadn’t seen anyone on his walk up from the cottage where he was staying on a quiet country lane.
He stood up. He could hear laughter now.
A woman’s laughter.
Irish fairies, maybe? Out here on the southwest Irish coast, on the rugged Beara Peninsula, he could easily believe fairies were hiding in the greenery that grew thick on the banks of the stream.
He stepped over fallen rocks to the opening that had served as the only entrance to what once had been someone’s home. He could feel a twinge of pain in his hip where shrapnel had cut deep when the bomb went off at the triple-decker he owned with Bob O’Reilly and Abigail Browning, two other Boston detectives. He had taken most of the blistering shards of metal and wood in the meatier parts of his back, shoulders, arms and legs, but one chunk had lodged in the base of his skull, making everyone nervous for a day or so. A millimeter this way or that, and he’d be dead instead of wondering if fairies were about to arrive at his Irish ruin for a visit.
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