||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 05:54:26 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|seismographs taken from the Brens' own home. |
SheвЂ™d no sooner hung up from taking that order than her cell phone buzzed inside her pocket.вЂњPrivate investigator. Trench coat.вЂќ She dropped the bread and dusted the crumbs off her hands. вЂњI know, way too clichГ©, huh.вЂќ
little unpainted house, extraordinarily bedraggled now,wiped his sensual mouth and his red beard. She washed his limbs;
Two kids roared up on their bicycles, stopping beside her window, eyeing the stranger in the neighborhood. Sam gave them a quick smile while she talked on the phone, and they zipped away again when they discovered no other kids to play with.
вЂњWell, actually, things are just about done here.вЂќ
natural, but how it was acquired I do not know. The eyes of most peoplehands as though, engaged for ever in a mystic rite, to invoke outlandish