دانلود رمان انگلیسی “آقای سبیل، ارباب پوچی”

Detective Emily Chen’s coffee had gone cold hours ago, but she sipped it anyway, grimacing at her desk. The fluorescent lights of Chicago’s 14th precinct buzzed overhead, casting everything in that lovely shade of almost dead. She absently pushed her dark hair back from her face as she leaned forward. Past midnight, the bullpen was nearly empty except for the cleaning lady, Mrs. Kowalski, and Detective Marcus Thompson, who was currently adding another photograph to their growing wall of evidence. “You’re doing it again, rookie,” Thompson said without turning around. He carefully pinned the photo—another empty museum display case—next to its siblings. “Doing what?” “Making that face like you’re trying to solve differential equations in your head.” He turned, adjusting his reading glasses. At forty-eight, Thompson was built like a retired linebacker running to seed, his dark skin creased with laugh lines around his eyes, his police jacket stretched tight across shoulders that had seen twenty-three years of Chicago’s finest moments. And its worst. “My grandmama used to say a detective’s best friend is patience.”