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Publicado por Crimeline, 2000
ISBN 10: 055357969XISBN 13: 9780553579697
Librería: Gulf Coast Books, Memphis, TN, Estados Unidos de America
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Mass Market Paperback. Condición: Good.
Publicado por Random House Publishing Group, 2000
ISBN 10: 055357969XISBN 13: 9780553579697
Librería: Better World Books, Mishawaka, IN, Estados Unidos de America
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Condición: Good. Used book that is in clean, average condition without any missing pages.
Publicado por Crimeline, 2000
ISBN 10: 055357969XISBN 13: 9780553579697
Librería: HPB Inc., Dallas, TX, Estados Unidos de America
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mass_market. Condición: Very Good. Connecting readers with great books since 1972! Used books may not include companion materials, and may have some shelf wear or limited writing. We ship orders daily and Customer Service is our top priority!.
Publicado por Crimeline July 2000, 2000
ISBN 10: 055357969XISBN 13: 9780553579697
Librería: Montclair Book Center, Montclair, NJ, Estados Unidos de America
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Mass Market Paperback. Condición: USED Good.
Publicado por Crimeline, 2000
ISBN 10: 055357969XISBN 13: 9780553579697
Librería: Book Express (NZ), Wellington, Nueva Zelanda
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Mass Market Paperback. Condición: Good. 304 pages. Sometimes tragedies come in waves. First Eric, irr epressible, indestructible, climbing alone. Second Joey choking, drunk - though not much more so than usual - the night after his great triumph. But then there was the statistician, overdosing on Flatliners he thought were something else. Three is a series, no t a coincidence: three men dead, three colleagues with a shared p ast. A past that is shared by the one person Kellen Stewart would trust with her life, pathologist Lee Adams. Suspect number one. Editorial Reviews Excerpt. ? Reprinted by permission. All right s reserved. Eric was on the ledge at the top of the fourth pitch, three-quarters of the way up the cliff. It was a good place to b e: high and airy with a clear view of the sea and the gulls and t he islands, an ideal spot to sit and watch the sun slide down beh ind the mountains of Jura, or to wait for two climbers on their w ay up from sea level, aiming for just that point on the ledge. We were not expecting him to be there, had made no arrangements to meet, but Eric was ever one for surprises and there's no reason, even now, to suppose it would have made the climb any faster if w e'd known he was there. It certainly wouldn't have made it any ea sier. No one said it would be easy. She didn't want it to be eas y. All the way through the winter, reading the maps and the tide tables, hanging off abseil ropes in the pouring rain, bribing fis hermen to take her closer in to the rock than any sane human bein g would want to go, Lee Adams was not looking for a climb that wa s easy. Just one step this side of impossible and no more, otherw ise what's the point? And all through winter, sitting at the top of the cliff catching the falls, driving the car to the jetty, go ing out to buy one more bottle of Scotch for a skipper who needed half a year drying out more than he ever needed another drink, I listened, as we all did, with half an ear to the moves and the h olds and the nightmare of a chimney at the base of the crack and I knew that, when the time came for her to choose a partner to cl imb it with her, she would ask Eric. Of all of us, he was the onl y one who came close to climbing at the level she climbed. He was the only one who made sense. But then, Lee doesn't climb to mak e sense. I was waiting by the car on the jetty at Tarbert on a wi nd-blown, rain-sodden Saturday afternoon less than a month ago wh en she made the last boat trip out to the cliff: one final attemp t to find a way in to the base of the crack that wasn't going to get her drowned before she ever started the climb up. I remember the sight of her, soaked and scratched and decorated in odd place s with algal streaks as she came up the path from the boat. I pul led a rucksack from the boot and passed her a T-shirt as she reac hed the car. There was no real need to ask how it went--her whole body was alive with the buzz of it, like a horse before a race, fighting the pull of the bit. She sat on the sill of the boot, st aring out to sea, her focus on something a long way out of sight. And so?' I asked. Will it go?' It's good, sometimes, to get the details. It'll go.' She nodded, chewing her bottom lip. There's only one place the boat can put in with any chance of getting ou t again in one piece and it's a real bitch of a traverse from the re along to the crack. Sixty foot of blank rock with bugger all t o hold on to but the seaweed.' She waited, expectant, as if I was supposed to have some kind of opinion on that. Traverses are no t really my thing. I haven't done enough of them to comment. I th ought there was the ledge?' I said. Sort of.' She threw the wrec ked remains of her old shirt into the boot and there was a pause as she pulled the fresh one over her head. The dry, laundered sme ll of it mellowed the ranker smells of rain and sea. It breaks up in places, but it's better than nothing,' she said. We'll be fin e as long as we time the tide right. Bearing in mind.
Publicado por Crimeline, 2000
ISBN 10: 055357969XISBN 13: 9780553579697
Librería: BennettBooksLtd, North Las Vegas, NV, Estados Unidos de America
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Condición: New. New. In shrink wrap. Looks like an interesting title! 0.25.
Publicado por Crimeline, 2000
ISBN 10: 055357969XISBN 13: 9780553579697
Librería: BennettBooksLtd, North Las Vegas, NV, Estados Unidos de America
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Condición: New. New. In shrink wrap. Looks like an interesting title! 0.25.
Publicado por Crimeline, 2000
ISBN 10: 055357969XISBN 13: 9780553579697
Librería: dsmbooks, Liverpool, Reino Unido
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Mass Market Paperback. Condición: Good. Good. book.