Still Life with CrowsGrand Central Publishing, 2003 M07 1 - 448 páginas When a series of murders strikes small-town Kansas, FBI Special Agent Pendergast must track down a killer or a curse -- either way, no one is safe. A small Kansas town has turned into a killing ground. Is it a serial killer, a man with the need to destroy? Or is it a darker force, a curse upon the land? Amid golden cornfields, FBI Special Agent Pendergast discovers evil in the blood of America's heartland. No one is safe. |
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... head- ing east into the great nothingness of corn , its headlights stabbing into the rising darkness . Some three miles ahead of the cruiser , a column of slow - circling turkey vultures rides a thermal above the corn . They wheel down ...
... head- ing east into the great nothingness of corn , its headlights stabbing into the rising darkness . Some three miles ahead of the cruiser , a column of slow - circling turkey vultures rides a thermal above the corn . They wheel down ...
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... head . Amazing how fast the black earth could turn to dust without rain . Once , as a kid , he'd run into a cornfield to escape his older brother and gotten lost . For two hours . The disorientation he'd felt then came back to him now ...
... head . Amazing how fast the black earth could turn to dust without rain . Once , as a kid , he'd run into a cornfield to escape his older brother and gotten lost . For two hours . The disorientation he'd felt then came back to him now ...
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... head . Another fifty yards and he would be there . The air was still , the silence complete . He unshouldered his shotgun and moved for- ward more cautiously . The smell of decay drifted through the rows , sweeter by the moment . Now ...
... head . Another fifty yards and he would be there . The air was still , the silence complete . He unshouldered his shotgun and moved for- ward more cautiously . The smell of decay drifted through the rows , sweeter by the moment . Now ...
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... head and the shoulders looked wrong : Hazen thought her neck was probably broken . But there was no bruising on the neck indicating strangulation . If it had been broken , the act had been done by a single hard twist . The killing ...
... head and the shoulders looked wrong : Hazen thought her neck was probably broken . But there was no bruising on the neck indicating strangulation . If it had been broken , the act had been done by a single hard twist . The killing ...
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... head sticking out horizontally . The sheriff smoothed it down , then fitted on his hat with both hands . Tad closed the window . " Sorry , Sheriff , but these people just won't go away- " The sheriff yawned , waved his hand casually ...
... head sticking out horizontally . The sheriff smoothed it down , then fitted on his hat with both hands . Tad closed the window . " Sorry , Sheriff , but these people just won't go away- " The sheriff yawned , waved his hand casually ...
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