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The Moment I Heard How Mcara Died, I Should Have Walked Away. I Can See That Now. I Should Have Said, "Rick, I'm Sorry, This Isn't For Me, I Don't Like The Sound Of It," Finished My Drink, And Left. But He Was Such A Good Storyteller, Rick -- I Often Thought He Should Have Been The Writer And I The Literary Agent -- That Once He'd Started Talking There Was Never Any Question I Wouldn't Listen, And By The Time He Had Finished, I Was Hooked. The Story, As Rick Told It To Me Over Lunch That Day, Went Like This: Mcara Had Caught The Last Ferry From Woods Hole, Massachusetts, To Martha's Vineyard Two Sundays Earlier. I Worked Out Afterward It Must Have Been January The Twelfth. It Was Touch-And-go Whether The Ferry Would Sail At All. A Gale Had Been Blowing Since Midafternoon And The Last Few Crossings Had Been Canceled. But Toward Nine O'Clock The Wind Eased Slightly, And At Nine Forty-Five The Master Decided It Was Safe To Cast Off. The Boat Was Crowded; Mcara Was Lucky To Get A Space For His Car. He Parked Belowdecks And Then Went Upstairs To Get Some Air. No One Saw Him Alive Again. The Crossing To The Island Usually Takes Forty-Five Minutes, But On This Particular Night The Weather Slowed The Voyage Considerably: Docking A Two-Hundred-foot Vessel In A Fifty-Knot Wind, Said Rick, Is Nobody's Idea Of Fun. It Was Nearly Eleven When The Ferry Made Land At Vineyard Haven And The Cars Started Up -- All Except One: A Brandnew Tan-Colored Ford Escape Suv. The Purser Made A Loudspeaker Appeal For The Owner To Return To His Vehicle, As He Was Blocking The Drivers Behind Him. When He Still Didn't Show, The Crew Tried The Doors, Which Turned Out To Be Unlocked, And Freewheeled The Big Ford Down To The Quayside. Afterward They Searched The Ship With Care: Stairwells, Bar, Toilets, Even The Lifeboats -- Nothing. They Called The Terminal At Woods Hole To Check If Anyone Had Disembarked Before The Boat Sailed Or Had Perhaps Been Accidentally Left Behind -- Again: Nothing. That Was When An Official Of The Massachusetts Steamship Authority Finally Contacted The Coast Guard Station In Falmouth To Report A Possible Man Overboard. A Police Check On The Ford's License Plate Revealed It To Be Registered To One Martin S. Rhinehart Of New York City, Although Mr. Rhinehart Was Eventually Tracked Down To His Ranch In California. By Now It Was About Midnight On The East Coast, Nine P.m. On The West.
Harris, Robert
ROBERT HARRIS nasceu em 1957, na Inglaterra, onde vive com a esposa. Membro da Royal Society of Literature, é autor de inúmeros best-sellers, além de ser vencedor de prêmios como o Walter Scott de Ficção Histórica. Seus livros já foram traduzidos para mais de 35 idiomas. Dele, a Alfaguara já lançou Munique. |
| ISBN | 9781416562481 |
| Autor(a) | Harris, Robert |
| Editora | Simon & Schuster |
| Idioma | Inglês Americano |
| Ano de edição | 2008 |
| Páginas | 448 |
| Acabamento | Brochura |
| Dimensões | 17,00 X 10,40 |
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