"Karin Slaughter - [Grant County 03] - A Faint Cold Fear" - читать интересную книгу автора (Slaughter Karin)

once slithered through the forest like a fat, lazy
snake had shriveled to little more than a trickling
stream. A cracked, dry carcass was all that
remained, and the concrete bridge thirty feet
overhead seemed out of place, though Sara could
remember when people had fished from it.
"Is that the body?" Tessa asked, pointing
to a group of men standing in a semicircle.
"Probably," Sara answered, wondering if
they were on college property. Grant County
comprised three cities: Heartsdale,
Madison, and Avondale. Heartsdale, which
housed the Grant Institute of Technology, was
the jewel of the county, and any crime that happened
inside its city limits was considered that much more
horrible. A crime on college property would
be a nightmare.
"What happened?" Tessa asked eagerly,
though she had never been interested in this side of
Sara's job before.
"That's what I'm supposed to find out," Sara
reminded her, reaching over to the glove box for her
stethoscope. The clearance was tight, and Sara's
hand rested on the back of Tessa's stomach.
She let it stay there for a moment.
"Oh, Sissy," Tessa breathed, grabbing
Sara's hand. "I love you so much."
Sara laughed at the sudden tears in Tessa's
eyes, but for some reason she could feel 11
herself tearing up as well. "I love you, too,
Tessie." She squeezed her sister's hand,
saying, "Stay in the car. This won't take
long."
Jeffrey was walking to meet Sara as she shut
the car door. His dark hair was combed back
neatly, still a little wet at the nape. He was
dressed in a charcoal gray suit, perfectly
pressed and tailored, with a gold police badge
tucked into the breast pocket.
Sara was in sweatpants that had seen better
days and a T-shirt that had given up on being
white sometime during the Reagan administration. She
wore sneakers with no socks, the laces
loosely tied so she could slip in and out of them with
as little effort as possible.
"You didn't have to dress up," Jeffrey
joked, but she could hear the tension in his voice.
"What is it?"
"I'm not sure, but I think there's something
hinky--" He stopped, looking back at the car.