Аннотация
James Patterson
Postcard killers
Liza Marklund
1
Prologue
Paris, France "It's very small," the englishwoman said, sounding disappointed.
Mac Rudolph laughed, put his arm around the woman's slender neck, and al owed his hand to fal onto her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra.
"Oil on a wooden panel," he said. "Thirty inches by twenty-one, or seventy-seven centimeters by fifty-three. It was meant to hang in the dining room in the home of the Florentine merchant Francesco del Giocondo. But da Vinci never got it finished."
He felt her nipple stiffen under the fabric of the blouse. She didn't move his hand away.
Sylvia Rudolph slid up on the other side of her, her hand easing its way under the woman's arm.
"Mona Lisa wasn't her name," Sylvia said. "Just Lisa. Mona is an Italian diminutive that can be taken to mean 'lady' or 'her grace.'"
The woman's husband was standing behind Sylvia, his body pushed up against hers in the c...
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