A Darker Domain. Val McDermid

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СКАЧАТЬ Monday 2nd July 2007; Peterhead

       Wednesday 23rd January 1985; Newton of Wemyss

       Monday 2nd July 2007; Peterhead

       Campora, Tuscany

       East Wemyss, Fife

       Campora, Tuscany

       Kirkcaldy

       Boscolata

       East Wemyss

       Tuesday 3rd July 2007; Glenrothes

       San Gimignano

       Coaltown of Wemyss

       San Gimignano

       Edinburgh

       Campora

       Wednesday 4th July 2007; East Wemyss

       Rotheswell Castle

       Glenrothes

       Hoxton, London

       Dundee

       Siena

       Glenrothes

       Edinburgh Airport to Rotheswell Castle

       Thursday 5th July 2007; Kirkcaldy

       Sunday 14th August 1983; Newton of Wemyss

       Thursday, 5th July 2007

       Glenrothes

       Rotheswell Castle

       Kirkcaldy

       Celadoria, near Greve in Chianti

       Thursday 26th April 2007; Villa Totti, Tuscany

       Thursday 5th July 2007; Celadoria, near Greve in Chianti

       Kirkcaldy

       Boscolata, Tuscany

       Friday 6th July 2007; Kirkcaldy

       A1, Firenze-Milano

       Rotheswell Castle

       Friday 13th July 2007; Glenrothes

       Wednesday 18th July 2007

       Thursday 19th July 2007; Newton of Wemyss

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      Acknowledgements

      About the Author

       By the Same Author

      About the Publisher

      Copyright

      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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      Published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2008

      Copyright © Val McDermid 2008

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Wednesday 23rd January 1985; Newton of Wemyss

      The voice is soft, like the darkness that encloses them. ‘You ready?’

      ‘As ready as I’ll ever be.’

      ‘You’ve told her what to do?’ Words tumbling now, tripping over each other, a single stumble of sounds.

      ‘Don’t worry. She knows what’s what. She’s under no illusions about who’s going to carry the can if this goes wrong.’ Sharp words, sharp tone. ‘She’s not the one I’m worrying about.’

      ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

      ‘Nothing. It means nothing, all right? We’ve no choices. Not here. Not now. We just do what has to be done.’ The words have the hollow ring of bravado. It’s anybody’s guess what they’re hiding. ‘Come on, let’s get it done with.’

      This is how it begins.

Wednesday 27th June 2007; Glenrothes

      The young woman strode across the foyer, low heels striking a rhythmic tattoo on vinyl flooring dulled by the passage of thousands of feet. She looked like someone on a mission, the civilian clerk thought as she approached his desk. But then, most of them did. The crime prevention and public information posters that lined the walls were invariably wasted on them as they approached, lost in the slipstream of their determination.

      She bore down on him, her mouth set in a firm line. Not bad looking, he thought. But like a lot of the women who pitched up here, she wasn’t exactly looking her best. She could have done with a bit more make-up, to make the most of those sparky blue eyes. And something more flattering than jeans СКАЧАТЬ