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Автор: Faye Kellerman
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      Serpent’s Tooth

      Faye Kellerman

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       Copyright

      Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd

      1 London Bridge Street

      London SE1 9GF

       www.harpercollins.co.uk

      First published in the United States by William Morrow, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers, 1997

      This ebook edition published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019

      Copyright © Faye Kellerman 1997

      Cover design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2018

      Cover photography © Shutterstock.com

      Faye Kellerman asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

      All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.

      Ebook Edition © March 2019 ISBN: 9780008293567

      Version: 2018-12-10

       Dedication

       To Jonathan after having reached

       the twenty-five-year mark.

       There may be silver at your temples,

       but there’s only gold in your heart.

       Thanks a heap, Colonel.

       Epigraph

       Now the serpent was more cunning than any other beast of the field.

      —Genesis 3:1

       Because you did this, you are cursed from among all the animals and beasts of the field.

      —Genesis 3:14

       From this we learn that we do not give one who seduces people [to do evil] the opportunity to justify his actions.

      —Rashi

      Sanhedrin 29a

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      Epigraph

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

       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

       Chapter 39

       Chapter 40

       Chapter 41

       Keep Reading

       About the Author

       Faye Kellerman booklist

       About the Publisher

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       Nobody noticed him.

      Not Wendy Culligan, who was too busy pitching million-dollar condos to a half-dozen Japanese businessmen more interested in her rear than in residences. Still, she patiently went about her spiel, talking about in-house services, drop-dead views, revolving mortgages, and great resale values.

      Leaning over the table, showing a touch of cleavage while spearing a jumbo shrimp off the seafood appetizer plate. Along with the prawns were oysters, abalone, gravlax, and raw sea-urchin sashimi, the last item a big hit with the Asians—something about making them potent.

      Men—regardless of race, creed, or color—thought only about sex. And here she was, trying to earn an honest buck while they popped squiggly things into their mouths, washing the tidbits down with sake as they licked their lips suggestively.

      What’s a poor working girl to do?

      Inwardly, Wendy acknowledged that Brenda, her boss, had been generous in arranging the dinner at Estelle’s. The restaurant was exquisite—all silver and crystal and candlelight. Antique mahogany buffets and chests rested