Аннотация
Robert B Parker
Pastime
For my wife and sons-sine qua non
CHAPTER 1
THE dog was a pointer, a solid chocolate German shorthair, three years old and smallish for her breed. She sat bolt upright on the couch in Susan
Silverman's office and stared at me with her head vigilantly erect in case
I might be a partridge.
"Shouldn't she be lying on the couch?" I said.
"She's not in analysis," Susan said.
"She belonged to your ex-husband."
"Yes," Susan said. "Good point."
The dog's eyes shifted from Susan to me as we spoke. The eyes were hazel and, because she was nervous, they showed a lot of white. Her short brown coat was sleek, like a seal's, and her oversized paws looked exaggerated, like a cartoon dog.
"What's her name?" I said.
Susan wrinkled her nose. "Vigilant Virgin."
"And she's not in analysis?"
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