tailieunhanh - The Last Temptation

Chapter 1 Blue is one colour the Danube never manages. Slate grey, muddy brown, dirty rust, sweatstained khaki; all of these and most of the intermediate shades sabotage the dreams of any romantic who stands on her banks. Occasionally, where boats gather, she achieves a kind of oily radiance as the sun shimmers on a skin of spilled fuel, turning the river the iridescent hues of a pigeon's throat. On a dark night when clouds obscure the stars, she's as black as the Styx. But there, in central Europe at the turning of the new millennium, it cost rather more than. | The Last Temptation Val McDermid The Last Temptation Author Vai McDermid Category Thriller Website http Date 29-October-2012 Page 1 295 http The Last Temptation Val McDermid Chapter 1 Blue is one colour the Danube never manages. Slate grey muddy brown dirty rust sweat-stained khaki all of these and most of the intermediate shades sabotage the dreams of any romantic who stands on her banks. Occasionally where boats gather she achieves a kind of oily radiance as the sun shimmers on a skin of spilled fuel turning the river the iridescent hues of a pigeon s throat. On a dark night when clouds obscure the stars she s as black as the Styx. But there in central Europe at the turning of the new millennium it cost rather more than a penny to pay the ferryman. From both land and water the place looked like a deserted rundown boat repair yard. The rotting ribs of a couple of barges and corroded components from old machinery their former functions a mystery were all that could be glimpsed through the gaps in the planks of the tall gates. Anyone curious enough to have stopped their car on the quiet back road and peered into the yard would have been satisfied that they were looking at yet another graveyard for a dead communist enterprise. But there was no apparent reason for anybody to harbour idle curiosity about this particular backwater. The only mystery was why even in those illogical totalitarian days it had ever been thought there was any point in opening a business there. There was no significant population centre for a dozen miles in any direction. The few farms that occupie the hinterland had always required more work to make then profitable than their occupants could provide no spare hand there. When this boatyard was in operation the workers haci been bussed fifteen miles to get to work. Its only advantage was its position on the river sheltered from the main flow by a long sandbar covered in scrubby bushes and a few straggling trees leaning

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