Vendetta in Death
| Bezeichnung | Wert |
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| Titel |
Vendetta in Death
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| Verfasserangabe |
J. D. Robb
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| Medienart | |
| Person | |
| Auflage |
Paperback Etition
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| Verlag | |
| Ort |
New York
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| Jahr | |
| Umfang |
404 S.
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| ISBN10 |
1-250-20719-3
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| ISBN13 |
978-1-250-20719-7
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| Schlagwort | |
| Annotation |
"He woke with his head banging, his throat burnung dry. When he tried to move, the muscles of his arms screamed. He saw a large roo,, counters, monitors, screens, a massive work station. None of it made ssense. It took him nearly a full minute to come around enough to realize he was naked, his hands cuffed over his head and chained from the ceiling. His feetbarely made the floor. Kidnapped? Drugged? He twisted against the restraints, but it hurt. No, no, the club. He'd gone to the club. The french woman. He remembered, but it blurred. He tried to call for help; his voice came out in a croak. He sensed movement behind him, felt a terrible shocking pain. And she stepped into the view. Not the french woman. Who was this creature smiling at him who wore a silver mask, with dark hair edged with silver spilling around her face? "Who are you? What do you want?" "I'm Lady Justice. And Nigel B. McEnroy, this is your time of reckoning." She had the bucket and blade ready, brought them over. "What's that for? What are you doing?" She kept him alive as long as she could, and when it was done, when he hung limp and silent, she let out a long sigh. "So. Justice is served."" (Verlagstext)
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