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Killing the Lawyers. Reginald Hill
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isbn 9780007397679
Автор произведения Reginald Hill
Жанр Зарубежные детективы
Издательство HarperCollins
‘Father got a ladder?’ he asked.
‘Sure. But it’s in the garage, which is kept locked.’
Mary’s room was at the other end of the scale, completely tidy with the bed made up with hospital corners, and hardly a thing there to tell you this wasn’t a hotel.
He checked the window.
Zak said, ‘Mary always closes it before she gets into bed. She reckons the night air is bad for her.’
The master bedroom looked out on the front. As Joe stood there a car pulled into the drive and a man got out and looked up at him.
‘It’s Dad,’ said Zak, waving. ‘Best go down and say hello.’
‘Hang on. We’re not done,’ said Joe sternly. ‘This one?’
‘That’s Eddie’s. My kid brother. Shouldn’t bother about him, he’s more or less retired from direct human contact. If it’s not on the Internet, it’s not worth messing with.’
Joe opened the door. A boy of about eleven or twelve was sitting in front of a computer which had a screen so packed with data that even at this distance it made Joe’s head whirl.
‘Hi, Eddie, this is Joe,’ said Zak.
The boy didn’t look round but ran his fingers over the keyboard. The screen blanked then filled with the word HELLO!
‘That’s the most you’ll get,’ said Zak, pulling Joe away. ‘Unless he decides you’re electronically interesting. He hardly acknowledged me when I got back, then Christmas morning among my prezzies I found a print-out with details of my last drug test plus those of every other top-flight woman I was likely to come up against.’
‘Is that useful?’ said Joe.
‘No, but it’s amazing,’ said Zak.
As they came down the stairs, Joe heard a man’s voice saying, ‘So what’s he doing in my bedroom?’
Zak ran lightly into the lounge and said, ‘Hi, Dad. My fault. I was showing Joe the house and we were just admiring the view.’
‘Of the houses opposite, you mean? Strange tastes you’ve got, girl.’
Henry Oto was a tall athletically built man with a square determined face. Zak had got his height and her mother’s looks. Her sister had got her mother’s size and her father’s looks. You never know how the genes are going to come at you, thought Joe.
He knew from the papers that Oto was a senior prison officer at the Stocks, Luton’s main jail. Remember, no escape jokes.
He said, ‘Hi, Mr Oto. I’m helping Zak out, fetching and carrying, you know.’
Oto said, ‘Fetching and carrying what?’
Joe shrugged and looked to Zak for help. Clearly her father lacked her mother’s courteous acceptance of the vagaries of her daughter’s new lifestyle. That’s what came of associating with criminals.
Zak said, ‘You don’t want your finely tuned daughter straining her back picking up her holdall, do you?’
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