Last Breath. Karin Slaughter
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Название: Last Breath
Автор: Karin Slaughter
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
isbn: 9780008252939
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LAST BREATH
KARIN SLAUGHTER
HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2017
Copyright © Karin Slaughter 2017
Excerpt from The Silent Wife © Karin Slaughter 2020
Will Trent is a trademark of Karin Slaughter Publishing LLC.
Lyrics from:
“Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” (written by Bob Crewe and Bob Gaudio)
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Karin Slaughter asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
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Ebook Edition © May 2017 ISBN: 9780008252939
Version: 2020-04-24
Contents
“Come on now, Miss Charlie.” Dexter Black’s voice was scratchy over the jailhouse payphone. He was fifteen years her senior, but the “miss” was meant to convey respect for their respective positions. “I told you I’m’a take care of your bill soon as you get me outta this mess.”
Charlie Quinn rolled her eyes up so far in her head that she felt dizzy. She was standing outside a packed room of Girl Scouts at the YWCA. She should not have taken the call, but there were few worse things than being surrounded by a gaggle of teenage girls. “Dexter, you said the exact same thing the last time I got you out of trouble, and the minute you walked out of rehab, you spent all of your money on lottery tickets.”
“I could’a won, and then I would’a paid you out half. Not just what I owe you, Miss Charlie. Half.”
“That’s very generous, but half of nothing is nothing.” She waited for him to come up with another excuse, but all she heard was the distinct murmur of the North Georgia Men’s Detention Center. Bars being rattled. Expletives being shouted. Grown men crying. Guards telling them all to shut the hell up.
She said, “I’m not wasting my anytime cell-phone minutes on your silence.”
“I got something,” Dexter said. “Something gonna get me paid.”
“I hope it’s not anything you wouldn’t want the police to find out about on a recorded phone conversation from jail.” Charlie wiped sweat from her forehead. The hallway was like an oven. “Dexter, you owe me almost two thousand dollars. I can’t be your lawyer for free. I’ve got a mortgage and school loans and I’d like to be able to eat at a nice restaurant occasionally without worrying my credit card will be declined.”
“Miss Charlie,” Dexter repeated. “I see what you were doing there, reminding me about the phone being recorded, but what I’m saying is that I got something might be worth some money to the police.”
“You should get a good lawyer to represent you in the negotiations, because it’s not going to be me.”
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