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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... heard a door thump , a cough . He turned to see Sheriff Hazen , yawning and rubbing his stubbly chin , the hair on one side of his head sticking out horizontally . The sheriff smoothed it down , then fitted on his hat with both hands ...
... heard a door thump , a cough . He turned to see Sheriff Hazen , yawning and rubbing his stubbly chin , the hair on one side of his head sticking out horizontally . The sheriff smoothed it down , then fitted on his hat with both hands ...
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... heard ? On the far side of town , discovered last night . You will no doubt read all about it in tomorrow morning's paper . " " Oh , dear me . " Winifred Kraus felt dazed . " A murder ? In Medicine Creek ? " " I'm sorry . Does that ...
... heard ? On the far side of town , discovered last night . You will no doubt read all about it in tomorrow morning's paper . " " Oh , dear me . " Winifred Kraus felt dazed . " A murder ? In Medicine Creek ? " " I'm sorry . Does that ...
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