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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... moved forward , keeping a watch on the sky , until the birds were almost directly overhead . This was as close as he was going to get by car . From here , he'd have to walk . He threw the cruiser into park and , more out of habit than ...
... moved forward , keeping a watch on the sky , until the birds were almost directly overhead . This was as close as he was going to get by car . From here , he'd have to walk . He threw the cruiser into park and , more out of habit than ...
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... moved for- ward more cautiously . The smell of decay drifted through the rows , sweeter by the moment . Now Hazen could make out a gap in the corn , a clearing directly ahead of him . Odd . The sky had flamed its red farewell and was ...
... moved for- ward more cautiously . The smell of decay drifted through the rows , sweeter by the moment . Now Hazen could make out a gap in the corn , a clearing directly ahead of him . Odd . The sky had flamed its red farewell and was ...
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... . " Who the hell are you ? " he demanded . The trooper's arms were covered with fine red hair and the leather of his boots creaked as he moved . Pendergast displayed his shield . " Oh . FBI . Sorry . " The trooper 25 Six ...
... . " Who the hell are you ? " he demanded . The trooper's arms were covered with fine red hair and the leather of his boots creaked as he moved . Pendergast displayed his shield . " Oh . FBI . Sorry . " The trooper 25 Six ...
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... moved past the car and gingerly ducked beneath the yel- low tape . He advanced the last twenty yards to the original clearing . Here he paused , surveying the site . As the trooper had said , it was empty : nothing but dirt , crushed ...
... moved past the car and gingerly ducked beneath the yel- low tape . He advanced the last twenty yards to the original clearing . Here he paused , surveying the site . As the trooper had said , it was empty : nothing but dirt , crushed ...
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Douglas Preston, Lincoln Child. Pendergast moved down the row , but there were so many foot- prints and dog prints that it was hopeless to try to follow anything . The report said that two different sets of bloodhounds had been put on ...
Douglas Preston, Lincoln Child. Pendergast moved down the row , but there were so many foot- prints and dog prints that it was hopeless to try to follow anything . The report said that two different sets of bloodhounds had been put on ...
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