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Автор: Faye Kellerman
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      Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2018

      First published in the USA in 2018 by William Morrow, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers

      Copyright © Plot Line, Inc. 2018

      Cover design by Dominic Forbes © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2018

      Cover photograph © Valentino Sani/Arcangel Images; Shutterstock.com (back)

      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.

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      Source ISBN: 9780008148898

      Ebook Edition © August 2018 ISBN: 9780008148904

      Version: 2018-08-09

       Dedication

      To Jonathan

      And to Lila, Oscar, Eva, Judah, Masha, and Zoe

      —with love from Nana

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

       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

       Keep Reading …

       About the Author

       Also by Faye Kellerman

       About the Publisher

       CHAPTER 1

      IT WAS A mob, but not yet a full-fledged riot. Over a dozen retirees, dressed in housecoats and robes, had taken to the streets, demanding action at eight in the morning. The call had come through twenty minutes earlier, just as Decker was knotting his blue tie, putting the finishing touches on his typical uniform: a dark suit over a white shirt. He skipped checking in at the station house, going immediately to the crime scene—seven smashed mailboxes, metal poles uprooted, letters and flyers strewn into the street.

      White-haired Floyd Krasner led the charge. “It’s the third time in what … three months?”

      “Less than that,” Annie Morris chimed in. She was in her seventies and wore a terry-cloth robe over floral pajamas. “Third time in two months. Not a good way to start the summer.”

      “I’ll say,” Floyd added.

      Janice Darwin tightened her own coral robe and added, “I didn’t give up my life in the city just to find crime here, you know.”

      Decker wasn’t sure what city she was from. Not that it mattered. He smoothed his mustache—silver with hints to its once red color. It matched the hair on his head. “I know you’re frustrated—”

      “Y’think?” Floyd blurted out.

      Grumbling from the masses.

      Decker looked at the old man—stoop shouldered with angry eyes. He and Floyd were around the same age. Decker had the advantage of a strong back and broad shoulders, although he suspected that gravity had shoved his spine down an inch or so. Still, he had plenty to spare, always the tallest kid in the crowd. People often asked if he had played basketball.

       Nope. Too much weight and too slow.

      He said, “Anyone hear anything last night? This much damage must have made noise.”

      No response. That was expected, since half of them wore hearing aids that they took out at night. Decker’s eyes drifted upward to the roofline, then back at Floyd. “What happened to the CCTV camera that we installed on your property?”

      Krasner bit his lip. “I took it down.”

      “Why?” Decker asked.

      A pause. “It was interfering with my gutter.”

      “Floyd, I installed that myself.