Singing the Sadness. Reginald Hill
Читать онлайн.| Название | Singing the Sadness |
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| Автор произведения | Reginald Hill |
| Жанр | Полицейские детективы |
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| Издательство | Полицейские детективы |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780007389179 |
REGINALD HILL
SINGING THE SADNESS
A Joe Sixsmith novel
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 1999
Copyright © Reginald Hill 1999
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Source ISBN: 9780007334834
Ebook Edition © AUGUST 2015 ISBN: 9780007389179
Version: 2015-07-27
For POLLY without whose contribution this book would have been finished a great deal sooner
Table of Contents
The Boyling Corner Chapel Choir sped across the heart of England like a nest of singing birds and as they crossed the Welsh border there was a spontaneous outburst of ‘We’ll Keep a Welcome in the Hillsides’. Not even when the coach ground to a halt an hour or so later in a puff of smoke dark enough to hide a demon king did their spirits sink.
Not at first anyway.
‘No sweat,’ assured their driver, Merv Golightly, whose broad smile and cheerful manner had been honed at the wheel of a Luton taxi. ‘We’re only half an hour away and I’ll fix this in a jiffy.’