Аннотация
Robert B Parker
Potshot
For Joan: somewhere around the twelfth of never
Chapter 1
SHE WAS WEARING a straw hat, pulled down over her forehead, a short flowered dress, no stockings and white high heels. A lot of blond hair showed under the hat. Her face was nearly angelic and looked about 15, though the fact that she wore a wedding ring made me skeptical. She marched into my office like someone volunteering for active duty, and sat in one of my client chairs with her feet flat on the floor and her knees together. Nice knees.
"You're Mr. Spenser."
"I am."
"Lieutenant Samuelson of the Los Angeles Police Department said I should talk to you."
"He's right," I said.
"You know about this already?"
"No," I said. "I just think everybody should talk to me."
"Oh, yes… My name is Mary Lou Buckman."
"How do you do Mrs. Buckm...
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