"TUROW, SCOTT - THE BURDEN OF PROOF" - читать интересную книгу автора (Turrow Scott)

"When you get a chance," the lieutenant said. Some confusion rose up
between Stern and his son..

"You talk to him. I'll call," said Peter. "You know, Marta and Kate.
It's better from me."

With a sudden lucid turn, the kind of epiphanal instant he might have
expected at a time of high distress, Stern recognized a traditional
family drama taking place. As his children had marched toward
adulthood, Peter had assumed a peculiar leadership in the family--he was
the one to whom his sisters and mother often turned. He had forged
intensive, secret bonds with each of them--Stern did not know how,
because the same alliances were never formed with him.

This terrible duty, Stern realized, should be has, but the paths of
weakness were well worn.

"Please say I shall speak to them soon."

"Sure." A certain reflective light had come over Peter; he leaned
against the wall for an instant, absorbing it all, worn out by his own
high emotions. "Life," he observed, "is full of surprises."

In Stern's den, the lieutenant was receiving a report from his officers.
Nogalski had come strolling up as Stern emerged from the hallway. The
lieutenant wanted to know what the policemen had been doing. Nogalski
spoke. The others knew they had no place to answer.

"I was asking a few questions, Lieutenant."

"Think you've asked enough?" Nogalski took a beat on that.

They did not get along, the detective and the lieutenant-you could see
that. "Maybe you could lend a hand outside.

There's a real bunch of gawkers."

When the other officers were gone, the lieutenant gestured for Stern. He
knocked at the door with the back of his hand so that it closed part
way.

"Well, you got.a shitpot of troubles here, don't you, Sandy? I'm sorry
to see you again, under the circumstances." The lieutenant's name was
Radczyk, Stern remembered suddenly. Ray, he thought. "You holdin' up?"
he asked.

"For the time being. My son is having some difficulty,

The prospect of an autopsy for some reason upsets him." The cop,
shifting around the room, seemed to shrug. "We find a note someplace,