The Vanishing Stair
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- Рік виходу видання
- 2019
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- Anaділиться враженням11 днів тому
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- Anaцитує11 днів тому“With mysteries,” she said, “with crime, you get all this information—everything matters. The location. The time. The weather. The building. The ground. Every single thing that floats by. Every object in the room. Everything everyone says. It’s a lot of stuff. And you have to look at it all and find the pattern, find the thing that stands out, figure out the thing that means something. Is there a piece of thread stuck in the fence? Did someone hear a noise? Is there a fingerprint under the table? And there could be thousands of fingerprints—so which one means something? You take everything in the world and you figure out what matters. That’s what it is. And then you make things right.”
“So you want to find out the answers and I want to make up the answers,” he said. “I think we just saved a ton of money on therapy.”
“Also I want to wear the exam gloves,” Stevie said.
“We all want that.” Nate smiled a bit.
“It’s funny when you smile,” she said. “It’s like a rainbow on a cloudy day.”
“Don’t ever say that to me again.” - Anaцитує11 днів тому“What does the Pulsating Norb do?” she asked, trying to push down her thoughts.
“Nothing. It’s like a Jell-O wall. Well . . . you can put stuff in it and no one can see it.”
“It’s a wall that hides things? You didn’t tell me that before.”
“Mainly it pulsates,” Nate said. “It looks like it’s breathing. I’m not putting the Pulsating Norb in.” - Anaцитує11 днів тому“One day,” George Marsh said, his head down, “I saw one of the kids from the school out reading one of those crime-story magazines. I asked her about it, and she said she was reading one about a kidnapping. She wanted to know if I had ever worked on one. I said I had. She asked me if there were notes, trails of clues. The more she asked me, the more I realized that the kidnappings I had seen were simple. You take someone, you get paid, and you give them right back. As long as no one sees your face, the matter is largely settled. Then I thought about the money in the safe in your office. It all came to me. I’d ask for that money. Honestly, I thought Iris would . . .”
“Would what?”
George Marsh looked up from wringing his hands.
“Enjoy it,” he said.
“Enjoy it?”
“She was looking for thrills, Albert. She was using cocaine. You know that. You know what kind of company she kept. She wanted fun and adventure. She was bored up here. All that was supposed to happen was that she would be grabbed and put in a barn for a few hours. You could see Iris telling that story over dinner.”
If Albert Ellingham could picture this, he did not say so.
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