"What have you got for me, Joe?" her voice sang. "Murder", he said and her heart lifted again, before the guilt set in and she told herself that the victim would he someone's relative and friend. They hadn't died for her entertainment. "A stabbing on the Metro". "Bit of a scuffle got out of hand?" That seemed odd. It was the sort of thing you might get late at night, but not in the early afternoon. Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге Harbour Street
