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Lethal White

Index ID: LW — Publication date: September 18th, 2018

Note: Published as Robert Galbraith.
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If only the swans would swim side by side on the dark green lake, this picture might turn out to be the crowning achievement of the wedding photographer’s career.


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Career of Evil

Index ID: COE — Publication date: October 20th, 2015

Note: Published as Robert Galbraith.
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He had not managed to scrub off all her blood. A dark line like a parenthesis lay under the middle fingernail of his left hand. He set to digging it out, although he quited liked seeing it there: a memento of the previous day’s pleasures. After a minute’s fruitless scraping, he put the bloody nail in his mouth and sucked. The ferrous tang recalled the smell of the torrent that had splashed wildly onto the tiled flood, spattering the walls, drenching his jeans and turning the peach-colored bath towels -fluffy, dry and neatly folded- into blood-soaked rags.


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The Silkworm

Index ID: SW — Publication date: June 19th, 2014

Note: Published as Robert Galbraith.
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“Someone bloody famous,” said the hoarse voice on the end of the lne, “better’ve died, Strike.”


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The Cuckoo’s Calling

Index ID: TCC — Publication date: April 4th, 2013

Note: Published as Robert Galbraith.
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The buzz in the street was like the humming of flies. Photographers stood massed behind barriers patrolled by police, their long-snouted cameras poised, their breath rising like steam. Snow fell steadily on to hats and shoulders; gloved fingers wiped lenses clear. From time to time there came outbreaks of desultory clicking, as the watchers filled the waiting time by snapping the white canvas tent in the middle of the road, the entrace to the tall red-brick apartment block behind it, and the balcony on the top floor from which the body had fallen.


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