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She was young, wealthy - and dead. Strangled to death in a slum apartment. All they had to go on was her name and some cancelled cheques. As Steve Carella said, 'Those cheques are the diary of her life. We'll find the answer there.' But how was he to know that they would reveal something much stranger than murder? On Passover the rabbi bled to death. Someone had brutally stabbed him and painted a J on the synagogue wall. Everyone knew who the killer was - it had to be Finch, the Jew-hater. Or did it...? The snow was pure white except where Cotton Hawes stared down at the bright red pool of blood spreading away from the dead girl's body. Hawes was supposed to be on a skiing holiday, but he couldn't just stand by and watch the local cops make a mess of the case. He had to catch the ski-slope slayer before he killed again.
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The Empty Hours, Ed McBain
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- Année de publication
- 2005
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- Titre
- The Empty Hours
- Langue
- Anglais
- Auteurs
- Ed McBain
- Éditeur
- Orion Media
- Publié
- 2005
- Format
- souple
- Pages
- 224
- ISBN10
- 0752864114
- ISBN13
- 9780752864112
- Séries
- 87ème District
- Mots clés
- Fiction, Polars & Thrillers, Polars, Thriller, Nouvelles, Polars classiques, Détective, Police
- Première publication
- 1962
- Titre original
- The Empty Hours
- Évaluation
- 3,75 sur 5
- Description
- She was young, wealthy - and dead. Strangled to death in a slum apartment. All they had to go on was her name and some cancelled cheques. As Steve Carella said, 'Those cheques are the diary of her life. We'll find the answer there.' But how was he to know that they would reveal something much stranger than murder? On Passover the rabbi bled to death. Someone had brutally stabbed him and painted a J on the synagogue wall. Everyone knew who the killer was - it had to be Finch, the Jew-hater. Or did it...? The snow was pure white except where Cotton Hawes stared down at the bright red pool of blood spreading away from the dead girl's body. Hawes was supposed to be on a skiing holiday, but he couldn't just stand by and watch the local cops make a mess of the case. He had to catch the ski-slope slayer before he killed again.