Crime School (Kathleen Mallory, Book 6) by Carol O'Connell
By Carol O'Connell
2010 Retail ePub
Police Detective Kathleen Mallory well-known the crime scene: sufferer putting, hair in mouth, hearth burning. It occurred twenty-one years in the past, while Mallory was once a toddler. She additionally famous the victim...
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Extra resources for Crime School (Kathleen Mallory, Book 6)
In other words, just enough time to get back to Cap d’Antibes at the hour they’d said. “Was he alone? … Did you notice anything wrong? ” William Brown had left the Liberty Bar about two o’clock.
In his room, which faced the sea, he turned on the water for a bath, then changed his mind and went downstairs again, his pipe between his teeth, his hands in his pockets. As he went out, he had a glimpse of the dining room— little white tables, napkins folded like fans and stuck into the glasses, bottles of wine and mineral water, a waitress sweeping. Brown had been killed by a knife thrust in the back, and his “two women” had made off with the money… But this still formed no image in his mind.
As he went out, he had a glimpse of the dining room— little white tables, napkins folded like fans and stuck into the glasses, bottles of wine and mineral water, a waitress sweeping. Brown had been killed by a knife thrust in the back, and his “two women” had made off with the money… But this still formed no image in his mind. Instead, his eyes wandered aimlessly to where the sun was slowly sinking, and then along the whole stretch of the horizon to Nice, where the Promenade des Anglais was just visible as a white line.