Book: The call of the cuckoo. Page 2

On Wednesday it began to rain. London's bad weather, chilly and gray, exposed the impassive countenance of the ancient city: a pale figure beneath the black umbrellas, ineradicable smell of damp clothes, rhythmic clatter night jets at the window.

You, of all people, Strike want civil liberties, so as from his wife to a nightclub to run, but that your house was round the clock surveillance, and irregular hours, someone through the window of the toilet will climb.

The experience of the Strike knew that the "kettles" are always looking for who had motive, and a professional in the first place to figure out who had a convenient opportunity.

A hundred years after Emmeline Pankhurst, who fought for the rights of women, Mature women of a generation seeking only to be brought down to the level of a paper doll, a flat avatar whose publicized escapades hide such abuses and disorders, which pushed her head down from the fourth floor. The external effect is all: fashion designer Ki Some hastened to inform the press that Lula Landry jumped out of the window, in his gown and the entire collection was sold out the day after her death. Can you think of more effective advertising than a message that Lula Landry had gone to the Almighty in a dress of Some.

Our disproportionate interest, bordering on grief, that is quite understandable. Before Landry jumped off the balcony, thousands of women would give anything just to trade places with her. Even after her body was taken to the morgue, the weeping girls carrying flowers to the entrance of the house where Landry had a penthouse worth four and a half million pounds. Unless at least one aspiring model stopped in her pursuit of tabloid fame by the rise and brutal fall of Lula Landry?

Each new lie is woven into her being, into the fabric of her life, and therefore to be by her side, to love, to pursue truth and maintain his mind was becoming increasingly difficult. How did it happen that he, who from early youth have felt the need to investigate, to know for sure, to extract the truth from each puzzle without memory and without time fell in love with a woman who lied as easily as breathing?

In the office he came back around eight. London at this hour was especially dear to his heart: the working day is over, the Windows of pubs, like precious stones, shining warm light, the streets full of life, and a respectable consistency of old buildings, softened with lamps, inspires amazing confidence. Hobbling along Oxford street with Packed cot, he heard a soft whisper: you're not alone. Seven and a half million hearts were beating in this ancient hilly city and many people were much more painful. Shops were closed, the sky stained the color of Indigo, and the Strike was comforted by the vastness of the city and their own lack of character.

- I need only one Strike, - said Bristow hoarsely, crimson with excitement. - Justice.
It was like he hit a magic tuning fork: it is a word ringing in a squalid office and spoke inaudible but plangent note in Strike's breast. Bristow felt like a pilot light that Strike was able to keep when everything else crashed. He desperately needed the money, but Bristow had given him another, more compelling reason to reject remorse.

By nature a meticulous and clear, Strike had been trained to conduct investigations proven, rigorous methods. First things first, let the witness speak: free speech slip some detail, the discrepancies, which may subsequently render invaluable service. And then, gathering the first harvest of impressions and memories, guide the conversation yourself to strictly and accurately organize the facts: who, where, why.

Suicide, as prompted experience, deftly feign interest in the future, which I do not see for themselves. This Landry Golden-pink morning could give way to a dark, hopeless day, not to mention half of the fateful night.

Some people think you owe them from bullets to shield themselves and your name remember not to bother.

In contrast to the usual order of things in the jungle glory small creatures chase and eat the big game, thereby giving him credit.

To die is all the same what to leave a party, and therefore one should not grieve if you have to shift early.

Nihil est ab omni parte beatum.
It can not be happiness to be perfect.