“A minute…jus’ minute,” Thane mumbled thickly.
He managed somehow to push himself upward on his elbows. Pain lanced molten shafts of agony into his temples and he groaned, clutching tightly to the cool, hard object in his right hand.
The telephone still rang.
“A minute—” Thane began. And then he saw the gun. It was the cool, hard object he clutched in his right hand. Instinctively his fingers released it, and it thudded softly to the thick brown carpet.
The ringing of the telephone jarred him again, its clamor not to be denied; and Thane released his grasp on the davenport, taking an unsteady step in the direction of the sound. He almost stumbled over the body.
The telephone had stopped ringing.
Thane’s eyes went to the gun he had dropped. It lay less than a yard from the dead man’s hand. In the terrible silence that was louder than noise, Thane stared ashenly at the body.
Once Is Enough продается в интернет-магазине ЛитРесЭксперт: Ринат К., ассистент по интернет-покупкамДата рецензии: 9 октября 2025 годаРекомендация к покупке нейтральная
