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Автор Даниэла Стил

When careers tear lives apart, despite the best intentions

PRAISE FOR

DANIELLE Steel“A LITERARY PHENOMENON … and not to be pigeonholed as one who produces a predictable kind of book. ”—The Detroit News“THE PLOTS OF DANIELLE Steel'S NOVELS TWIST AND WEAVE as incredible stories unfold to the glee and delight of her enormous reading public. ”—United Press International“Ms. Steel's fans won't be disappointed!”—The New York Times Book Review“One counts on Danielle Steel for A STORY THAT ENTERTAINS AND INFORMS. ”—The Chattanooga Times“Steel writes convincingly about universal human emotions. ”—Publishers Weekly“Steel IS AT THE TOP OF HER BESTSELLING FORM. ”—Houston Chronicle“FEW MODERN WRITERS CONVEY THE PATHOS OF FAMILY AND MARITAL LIFE WITH SUCH HEARTFELT EMPATHY. ”—The Philadelphia Inquirer“It's nothing short of amazing that even after [dozens of] novels, Danielle Steel can still come up with a good new yarn. ”—The Newark Star-Ledger

PRAISE FOR DANIELLE Steel'S

IRRESISTIBLE FORCES“A PAGE-TURNER. ”—The Chicago Tribune“Steel shows off her trademark ability to keep the pages turning. ”—The Ft. Worth Star-Telegram“ENTERTAINING … While using all of modern life's trappings to bring a fantasy world down to earth, Steel ironically shows us that the only truly irresistible forces come from within. ”—The News-Journal (Daytona Beach, Fla. )“STUNNING CHARACTERS … DRAMATIC TENSION … KEEPS READERS TURNING PAGES. ”—The Beacon-Journal (Akron, Ohio)A MAIN SELECTION OF

THE LITERARY GUILD

AND

THE DOUBLEDAY BOOK CLUB

Books by Danielle Steel

To my very, very wonderful children,

Beatrix, Trevor, Todd, Nick, Samantha,

Victoria, Vanessa, Maxx, and Zara. And with special thanks to Tom,

for the red herring and the green shoe,

and our own irresistible forces.

With all my love,

d. s.

a cognizant original v5 release october 06 2010

Chapter 1

IT WAS A brilliantly sunny day in New York, and the temperature had soared over the hundred mark long before noon. You could have fried an egg on the sidewalk. Kids were screaming, people were sitting on stoops and in doorways, and leaning against walls beneath tattered awnings. Both hydrants on the corner of 125th Street and Second Avenue had been opened, and water was cascading from them, as squealing children ran through it. There was an ankle-deep river running through the gutter. At four in the afternoon, it seemed as though half the neighborhood was standing around in the heat, talking and watching the kids. And suddenly, at four ten, shots rang out in the noise of the talk and laughter and the sound of rushing water. They weren't an unfamiliar sound in that part of town, and everyone stopped as they heard them. People seemed to pause motionless for a moment, waiting for what would come next. They pulled back into doorways, shrank against walls, and two mothers ran forward into the geyser of water from one of the hydrants and grabbed their children. But before they could regain the safety of the doorway, another burst of shots rang out, this time louder and closer, and three young men ran into the midst of the crowd standing near the hydrant. They knocked over kids as they ran, and hit a young woman so hard she fell sprawling in the water, and suddenly there were screams as two cops appeared, running around the corner, in hot pursuit of the young men, guns drawn, bullets flying into the crowd.