Отрывок из книги
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
It was a lovely warm Friday night. Clear skies, the leaves of the green trees motionless. As he walked along the side of the pavement, Murphy watched his shadow overtaking the cobblestone street of Paris. The narrow streets in that area were fairly quiet. He carefully placed his feet on each stone, slightly slipping at times. It had been a long couple of days, and he had felt the need to wind down.
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Murphy reluctantly opened the door and slowly followed from a distance. As Lucas led the way, Murphy took in his exceedingly unkempt and disorganized appearance. His shirt, which was sticking out of his jeans, clearly hadn’t been ironed or washed for a long time. He probably hadn’t had a proper hair cut for almost a year based on his unkempt beard. Most probably recently divorced, trying to keep up appearances and take care of himself, Murphy thought. Murphy tended to read people without any specific reason. It was his way of escaping his problems, his reality.
Lucas suddenly stopped as he threw what was left of his cigar onto the side of the road.
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