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- KurzbeschreibungPrivate detective Michael Kelly is hired by his former partner to solve an eight-year old rape and battery case long gone cold. But when the partner turns up dead, Kelly enlists a team of his savviest colleagues to connect the dots between the recent murder and the cold case it revived: a television reporter whose relationship with Kelly is not strictly professional; his best friend from childhood, a forensic DNA expert; and an old ally from the DA's office. To close the case, Kelly will have to face the mob, a serial killer, his own double-crossing friends, and the mean streets of the city he loves.
- AutorMichael Harvey
- SerieVintage Books
- VerlagVintage Cookery Books
- Seiten320 Seiten
- Gewicht235 g
- LeseprobeChapter 1<br>I was on the second floor of a three-story walk-up on Chicago's North Side. Outside the Hawk blew hard off the lake and flattened itself against the bay windows. I didn't care. I had my feet up, a cup of Earl Grey, and my own list of the ten greatest moments in Cubs history.<br>For the first half hour I was stuck on number one. Then I realized the greatest moments at Clark and Addison are always about to be. With that I settled in and mapped out the starting rotation for next year's world champions. That's when I saw him.<br>Actually, I sensed John Gibbons before I saw him. But that's just how it was with Gibbons. From waist to shoulders he was of one dimension, that being massive. His head sat on a bulldog neck, with short ears and gray hair clipped close. His nose showed the back rooms of Chicago's alleys. His eyes were still clear, cool, and blue. He cornered me with a look and smiled.<br>"Hello, Michael."<br>Gibbons had been retired from the force five years now. I hadn't seen him in four, but it didn't matter. We had some history. He shook off the rain and threw a chair toward my desk. He sat down as if he belonged there and always had. I put the Cubs away, pulled open the bottom drawer, and found a bottle of Powers Irish. John took it straight. Just to be sociable, I gave Sir Earl a jolt.<br>"What's up, John?"<br>He hesitated. For the first time I noticed his suit, uncomfortably cheap, and his tie, a clip-on. In his hands he twisted a soft felt hat.<br>"Got a case for you, Michael."<br>He always called me Michael, which was okay since that was my name. I didn't want to derail him, but my curiosity held sway.<br>"Jesus, John, who's dressing you these days?"<br>The big man reddened a bit and looked down at the outfit.<br>"Pretty bad, huh? The wife. Did you know the wife, Michael?"<br>I shook my head. I didn't know anything about John that wasn't three years old. His personal file at that time read widower. His first wife, an Irishwoman from Donegal, got a message from her doctor one day about an X-ray. Two weeks later, she was gone. I had sent a card and given John a call.<br>"The wife, the second wife that is, she left about a year ago," Gibbons said. "She was a younger type, you know."<br>John always had a weakness for them. Women, that is. It's been my experience if you have that sort of weakness, the younger ones tend only to aggravate the situation.<br>"So you been dressing yourself?" I said.<br>"For some time."<br>"And you get all dressed up to come here?"<br>A nod.<br>"To see me?"<br>Another nod.<br>"I got a case, Michael."<br>"So I gather."<br>I freshened his drink and poured a bit more hot water into my mug.<br>"You remember 1997."<br>"Before my time," I said
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