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Idioma: inglés
Editorial: Independently published, 2018
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No one gave much credence to the man when he was alive. In fact, most people never knew who he was, although those who had lived in the area for many years recognised the tired-looking and shabbily-dressed man as he shuffled along, regular as clockwork on Thursday's at seven in the evening to the local off-licence.It was always the same: a bottle of whisky, premium brand, and a packet of cigarettes. He paid his money over the counter, took hold of his plastic bag containing his purchases, and then walked back down the road with the same rhythmic shuffle. He said not one word to anyone on the street or in the shop.Apart from the three-storey mansion where he lived, one of the best residences on one of the best streets in London, with its windows permanently shuttered, no one would have regarded him as any other than homeless and destitute. Just a harmless eccentric, until the morning when he was found dead in his front garden.
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- Título
- Murder of a Silent Man (DCI Cook Thriller Series)
- Autor
- Phillip Strang
- Editorial
- Independently published
- Año de publicación
- 2018
- Estado
- Good
- Encuadernación
- Paperback
- Idioma
- inglés
- ISBN 10
- 1982972548
- ISBN 13
- 9781982972547
- Serie
- Libro 8 de 19: DCI Cook Thriller Series
A murdered recluse. A property empire. A disinherited family. All the ingredients for murder.
No one gave much credence to the man when he was alive. In fact, most people never knew who he was, although those who had lived in the area for many years recognised the tired-looking and shabbily-dressed man as he shuffled along, regular as clockwork on Thursday's at seven in the evening to the local off-licence.
It was always the same: a bottle of whisky, premium brand, and a packet of cigarettes. He paid his money over the counter, took hold of his plastic bag containing his purchases, and then walked back down the road with the same rhythmic shuffle. He said not one word to anyone on the street or in the shop.
Apart from the three-storey mansion where he lived, one of the best residences on one of the best streets in London, with its windows permanently shuttered, no one would have regarded him as any other than homeless and destitute. Just a harmless eccentric, until the morning when he was found dead in his front garden.
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