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Derek Lambert
Collins Crime Club
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First published in Great Britain by Hamish Hamilton Ltd 1986
Copyright © Derek Lambert 1986
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Source ISBN: 9780008268497
Ebook Edition © May 2018 ISBN: 9780008268497
Version: 2018-04-18
For Jack and Nora, good neighbours
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine … War is hell.
Attributed to General Sherman in an address at Michigan University on June 19, 1879.
In 1942 while savage fighting was at its height in Stalingrad two snipers, one Russian and one German, stalked each other among the ruins. In this prolonged duel within a battle each marksman became the embodiment of his country’s desperate designs. That much is fact; in the rest of the book, historical detail apart, the only truth is hope.
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The young man cleaning his gun smelled cold, the true cold that is a prelude to snow, and was comforted.
