Paretsky, Sara (ed.) - A Woman's Eye / Парецки, Сара (ред.) - На женский взгляд [2009, EPUB, ENG]

LUCKY DIP by Liza Cody “FULL CIRCLE” by Sue Grafton BENNY’S SPACE by Marcia Muller THE PUPPET by Dorothy Salisbury Davis THE SCAR by Nancy Pickard MURDER WITHOUT A TEXT by Amanda Cross DISCARDS by Faye Kellerman GETTING TO KNOW YOU by Antonia Fraser A MATCH MADE IN HELL by Julie Smith THEFT OF THE POET by Barbara Wilson DEATH AND DIAMONDS by Susan Dunlap KILL THE MAN FOR ME by Mary Wings THE CUTTING EDGE by Marilyn Wallace LOOKING FOR THELMA by Gillian Slovo DEBORAH’S JUDGMENT by Margaret Maron A MAN’S HOME by Shelley Singer HER GOOD NAME by Carolyn G. Hart GHOST STATION by Carolyn Wheat WHERE ARE YOU, MONICA? by Maria Antonia Oliver SETTLED SCORE by Sara Paretsky THAT SUMMER AT QUICHIQUOIS by Dorothy B. Hughes

Amorfina Angeles was terrified, and I could fully empathize with her. Merely living in the neighborhood would have terrified me-all the more so had I been harassed by members of one of its many street gangs. Hers was a rundown side street in the extreme southeast of San Francisco, only blocks from the drug-and crime-infested Sunnydale public housing projects. There were bars over the windows and grilles on the doors of the small stucco houses; dead and vandalized cars stood at the broken curbs; in the weed-choked yard next door, a mangy guard dog of indeterminate breed paced and snarled. Fear was written on this street as plainly as the graffiti on the walls and fences. Fear and hopelessness and a dull resignation to a life that none of its residents would willingly have opted to lead. I watched Mrs. Angeles as she crossed her tiny living room to the front window, pulled the edge of the curtain aside a fraction, and peered out at the street. She was no more than five feet tall, with rounded shoulders, sallow skin, and graying black hair that curled in short, unruly ringlets. Her shapeless flower-printed dress did little to conceal a body made soft and fleshy by bad food and too much childbearing. Although she was only forty, she moved like a much older woman. . . .