Morning, Noon and Night. Сидни Шелдон

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Название Morning, Noon and Night
Автор произведения Сидни Шелдон
Жанр Современная зарубежная литература
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      Morning Noon & Night

      SIDNEY SHELDON

       To Kimberly with love

       Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Noon

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Night

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-one

       Chapter Twenty-two

       Chapter Twenty-three

       Chapter Twenty-four

       Chapter Twenty-five

       Chapter Twenty-six

       Chapter Twenty-seven

       Chapter Twenty-eight

       Chapter Twenty-nine

       Chapter Thirty

       Chapter Thirty-one

       Chapter Thirty-two

       Chapter Thirty-three

       Chapter Thirty-four

       Chapter Thirty-five

       Keep Reading

       About the Author

       Also by the Author

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

      Allow the morning sun to warm

      Your heart when you are young

      And let the soft winds of noon

      Cool your passion,

      But beware the night

      For death lurks there,

      Waiting, waiting, waiting.

      ARTHUR RIMBAUD

MORNING

      Dmitri asked, ‘Do you know we’re being followed, Mr Stanford?’

      ‘Yes.’ He had been aware of them for the past twenty-four hours.

      The two men and the woman were dressed casually, attempting to blend in with the summer tourists strolling along the cobbled streets in the early morning, but it was difficult to remain inconspicuous in a place as small as the fortified village of St-Paul-de-Vence.

      Harry Stanford had first noticed them because they were too casual, trying too hard not to look at him. Wherever he turned, one of them was in the background.

      Harry Stanford was an easy target to follow. He was six feet tall, with white hair lapping over his collar and an aristocratic, almost imperious face. He was accompanied by a strikingly lovely young brunette, a pure-white German shepherd, and Dmitri Kaminsky, a six-foot four-inch bodyguard with a bulging neck and sloping