دانلود رمان انگلیسی “گزارش مفقودی”

‘I really don’t think that’s a gun he’s holding, Mr. Kayani,’ Detective Sergeant Darcy Doyle said, leaning forward towards the black-and-white video monitor. ‘Look closer,’ he told her. ‘When I was a boy in Pakistan, I saw many, many guns. And that, Lady Detective, is a gun.’ He was standing behind her, squinting at the computer’s monitor. Darcy turned her head to look at him. She thought he might be the oldest man she had ever seen. He had a bald brown head with tiny wisps of white curly hair that she imagined might blow away if she breathed too heavily on them. In contrast, his long white beard looked like a theatre prop that seemed to match his peculiarly large ears and bulbous nose, and his skin was not dissimilar to an old leather football. His eyes, however, glistened with a sharpness that made her doubt her own ability to detect the gun in the assailant’s hand. She turned back to the monitor and she too squinted. The film played again, frame by frame.