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- Kategorie: Krimi
- Serie: Doc. Turner Series
- Sprache: Englisch
Deadlock by Arthur Leo Zagat is a gripping suspense novel that plunges readers into a high-stakes battle of wits and deception. When a seemingly routine investigation spirals into a deadly game of cat and mouse, a brilliant detective finds himself in a perilous deadlock with a cunning adversary. As clues unfold and the tension escalates, every move could be his last. In this nerve-wracking tale, the lines between friend and foe blur, and the race against time intensifies. Can the detective outsmart his nemesis and break the deadlock before it's too late, or will he become the next victim in this thrilling game? Dive into a world where every decision could mean life or death.
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Deadlock
ANDREW TURNER had neither youth nor strength of body to aid him in his battle against the ugly power that had laid grim hold on Morris Street. But he had a far more deadly weapon—the sort of courage t...
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Deadlock
ANDREW TURNER had neither youth nor strength of body to aid him in his battle against the ugly power that had laid grim hold on Morris Street. But he had a far more deadly weapon—the sort of courage that will die trying!
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POLICEMAN Tim Healy poked his nightstick glumly at the jamb of the drugstore door. "Listen," he muttered, avoiding the white-haired pharmacist's eyes. "That fish-faced dick, Stockton, is just after bringing Ange Liscio in."
The smile vanished from Andrew Turner's eyes, and his lips were straight-lined, grim. "No!" His voice was sharp. "Ange is a good boy. I'll swear he has done nothing wrong."
Healy stared at the syrup stains on the little man's alpaca coat. "Stockton found a hot ring in his pocket, a two-carat diamond that was on the list of stuff swiped from Battista's jewelry shop last week." His florid face was expressionless as he went on in a monotone. "Some rat of a stoolie tipped the shoe-foot off, he says. Dumb stunt for Ange to be carryin' it on him like that."
"Very stupid. And the kid doesn't lack brains. Far from it." He rubbed a smudged spot from the glass with an acid-stained thumb. "It doesn't sound right, Tim. I've known the boy since I sold his mother nipples for him to suck on and he has always run straight. Mischievous of course, but fundamentally decent and honest. Best of the lot around here."
"Right! An' he's sure took good care of old Maria an' her brood since Tony kicked off." Healy's mouth twisted bitterly. "But it's the old story. What chance has he got? No money to hire a decent mouthpiece an' the D. A. hot after a conviction. It'll be assigned counsel fer him, an' you know what that means. Beside, somethin' tells me the case against him's goin' to be air-tight." Hidden meaning seemed concealed in the rumble of that last sentence, and Turner's head jerked up.
"Oh," the druggist said, softly. "So that's it!"
Two white spots appeared on either side of his flaring nostrils and his eyes were agate-hard as they peered up into the policeman's. Some wordless communication passed between the two, some telepathy born of the long years through which they had watched together over the poverty-stricken families of Morris Street.
"Perhaps someone will find Ange Liscio is not quite as friendless as he appears." Very calm, his tone, almost inflectionless. But there was quiet menace in it, a cold threat in strange contrast to the shabby, slight form of the man.
"Well, I've got to be gettin' on." Tim Healy moved ponderously into the rain. His club swung idly by its thong, but on his weather-seamed countenance there was an odd look of satisfaction that had not been there before.
