دانلود رمان انگلیسی “دخترانِ اسبِ دالا”

His criminal record made it easy for Linnea to locate him. She gripped her purse that contained the information about Peter Johansson from the private investigator she’d hired, along with a copy of an old transaction involving a Swedish heirloom. Seeing Peter face-to-face, even after three decades, nauseated Linnea as much as her most recent dose of chemotherapy. She sat rigid in the heated passenger seat of her SUV outside his sprawling brick apartment complex in suburban Minneapolis. Her son, Taylor, killed the ignition, silencing the blasting heat. Spring snow splat on the windshield in fat, wet flakes and smeared down. “Can you finally tell me why we’re here?” he asked. Linnea met his eyes. Eyes that had left her spellbound since the day she became his mother at eighteen. Their green color would spark with his determination, his gumption. Everything she never possessed. She gave him a slight shake of her head. He sighed. She had pondered calling Peter to arrange this visit, but he might have hung up. Or she’d have been the one to hang up, unable to speak from the nerves strangling her. A late Sunday morning seemed the best chance to corner him, unless he was religious now.