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Unable to resist exploring the dead letters in Baltimore's warehouse, Eamon Wearie, an FBI-trained US Federal Postal Inspector, discovers clues to a gruesome murder that lead him to an eerie Pennsylvania town. Suddenly out of a job and in over his head, Wearie finds his search leads straight to hell in this suspenseful thriller. Everything that the Post Office can't return or deliver, from letters and engagement rings to ancient BMWs, comes to rest in the cavernous depths of the Baltimore warehouse known as Depot 349. Exploring its wealth of lost treasures is as heady as deep-sea diving and an obsession Lieutenant Eamon Wearie, divorced, disillusioned, and dead-ended at thirty-three, can't always resist. While his boss and the FBI hit stone walls and spar for credit, Wearie--awash in bad sex and bottom-shelf booze--has plunged into the depths to discover a stash of love letters. Without a corpse or a real clue, Wearie and his partner, Bunko, track a grisly photo from an L.A. mailbox to an eerie Pennsylvania town. Unlike anything he has done before, Wearie finds himself in over his head and the only thing keeping him afloat is a pack of letters written to a troubled man and the need to find a woman named Netti.… (plus d'informations)
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...It was a nothing that he knew too well. It was all a nothing and a man was nothing too. It was only that and light was all it needed and a certain cleanness and order. Some lived it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada. Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada...
-Hemingway, "A Clean, Well-Lighted Place"
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For the faithful-especially Mike, Corinne and Ingebjorg
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Lieutenant Eamon Wearie was at his desk, under sputtering fluorescent tubing, appearing washed-out and pallid in the empty brightness of the Command Post.
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It would always be so, no matter what, no matter what ugliness you found under the sun.
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Unable to resist exploring the dead letters in Baltimore's warehouse, Eamon Wearie, an FBI-trained US Federal Postal Inspector, discovers clues to a gruesome murder that lead him to an eerie Pennsylvania town. Suddenly out of a job and in over his head, Wearie finds his search leads straight to hell in this suspenseful thriller. Everything that the Post Office can't return or deliver, from letters and engagement rings to ancient BMWs, comes to rest in the cavernous depths of the Baltimore warehouse known as Depot 349. Exploring its wealth of lost treasures is as heady as deep-sea diving and an obsession Lieutenant Eamon Wearie, divorced, disillusioned, and dead-ended at thirty-three, can't always resist. While his boss and the FBI hit stone walls and spar for credit, Wearie--awash in bad sex and bottom-shelf booze--has plunged into the depths to discover a stash of love letters. Without a corpse or a real clue, Wearie and his partner, Bunko, track a grisly photo from an L.A. mailbox to an eerie Pennsylvania town. Unlike anything he has done before, Wearie finds himself in over his head and the only thing keeping him afloat is a pack of letters written to a troubled man and the need to find a woman named Netti.
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