Paris Match
“He took off his shoes and walked around the corpse in his stocking feet. “He’s a beauty, isn’t he? What have you learned?” he asked Stone.“Caucasian male, mid-thirties, six feet, a hundred and eighty, very fit, either extensive and expensive dental work or the most perfect natural teeth you’ve ever seen. No identifying marks, tattoos, or scars. No ID, no indication of nationality, had a manicure recently, no possessions, except a pistol, a holster, an extra magazine, the tool bag on the doormat, and a cheap wristwatch. Wears the wristwatch on the right wrist but is right-handed.”“Why do you think he’s right-handed?”“Because that’s the hand that went for the gun.”Rick took another good look at the corpse. “Well observed,” he said. “Part of you is still a cop.”“Always will be.”A claxon could be heard approaching from a distance, getting louder. Then it got softer.“He’s missed the drive,” Stone said.The claxon got louder again, then found the driveway and a car and an ambulance pulled in...to the forecourt, lights flashing.“What an entrance!”MoreLess
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