Fischer pulled up at a curb and we got out of the car in a hurry, heading for the black Chevy with the people standing around it. The precinct cop made room for us and we went on through. As far as I was concerned, this was just a formality. I knew who was dead and I knew who had killed him. Taking a good long look at the corpse wasn’t going to change that.<P>A rare classic short story by Lawrence Block!
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| Автор | Anna Katharine Green |
| Автор | Anna Katharine Green |
