"TUROW, SCOTT - THE BURDEN OF PROOF" - читать интересную книгу автора (Turrow Scott)so long what it was his son expected him to do.
"It is routine, Peter. The coroner must determine the cause of death." "'The cause of death'? Do they think it was an accident? Are they going to do a brain scan and figure out what she was thinking? For God sake, we won't have a body left to bury. It's obvious. She killed herself." No one yet had said that aloud. Stern registered Peter's directness as a kind of discourtesy--too coarse, too blunt. But no part of him riled up in shock. This was not, he said, the moment to cross swords with the police. They were, as usual, being idiotic, conducting some kind of homicide investigation. They might wish to speak next to him. "Me? About what?" "Your last conversations with your mother, I assume. I told them you were too distressed at the moment." In his great misery, Peter broke forth with a brief, childish smile. "Good," he said. Such a remarkably strange man. A peculiar moment passed between Stern and his son, a legion of things not understood. Then he reminded Peter that they needed to call his sisters. "Right," said Peter. A more sober cast came into his eye. Whatever his differences with his father, he was.a faithful older brother. Down the hall, Stern heard someone say, "The lieutenant's here." A large man ducked into the corridor, peering toward them. He was somewhere near Stern's age, but time seemed to have had a different effect on him. He was large and broad, and like a farmer or someone who worked outdoors, he appeared to have maintained most of the physical strength of youth. He wore a light brown suit, a rumpled, synthetic garment, and a rayon shirt that hung loosely; when he turned around for a second, Stern could see an edge of shirttail trailing out beneath his jacket. He had a large rosy face and very little hair, a few thick gray clumps drawn across his scalp. He dropped his chin toward Stern in a knowing fashion. "Sandy," he said. "Lieutenant," Stern answered. He had no memory of this man, except having seen him before. Some case. Some time. He was not thinking well at the moment. |
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