Lire ebooks par: Peter Temple

Although it was cold and too early for the after-work crowd, the half-dozen tables outside were taken. Inside, there were only a few customers. I found a seat near the kitchen. The man operating the coffee machine was not of the new generation of cafe people; he had the pained expression of someone... Puis...

When she brought the ingredients, Carmel said, ‘I should have mentioned before, the boy wonder’s gone.’ ‘Better offer?’ I said. ‘Bruno decked him. The boy told the silent one to get away from the machine so that he could, I quote, make myself a fucking decent cup of coffee.’ ‘An inflammatory speech.... Puis...

‘One sixty-one,’ he said, took a big drink of his beer. ‘On this fucken stakeout for two days. Milkbar. Jack, there’s blokes in trees, in the roof, on the fucken roof, there’s even a prick lying under the counter, Christ knows what he’s going to do. We’re waiting for Australia’s Most Wanted. Red-ho... Puis...

Ronnie Bishop came to Melbourne a worried man. Perhaps his friend Charles Lee, the man who’d answered his telephone, could tell me why. He certainly wasn’t going to tell me on the phone. That meant going to Perth. I didn’t want to go to Perth. Did I owe it to Danny? What did I owe Danny, anyway? Blo... Puis...