Andrew Wyke:
A great branch broke off a big tree and - flew through the air, through the skylight - as you can see. Act of God.
Detective Inspector Black:
Had it in for you, did he?
Andrew Wyke:
Who?
Detective Inspector Black:
God.
Andrew Wyke:
Oh, yes, he's always been a vicious bastard.
Andrew Wyke:
You know what God's trouble is?
Detective Inspector Black:
What?
Andrew Wyke:
He has no father. He has no family roots. He's rootless. Nowhere to hang his hat, poor bugger. I pity him.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:28