"The only failure here," Mike said, stepping out of the Holden as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, "was thinking a Brokenwood man wouldn't notice a mismatched bolt. It’s the little things that trip you up."
The crime scene was a chaotic tableau of rubber and iron. A massive tractor-trailer sat slumped on its axles, surrounded by the debris of a midnight maintenance job gone horribly wrong. At the center of it all lay "Big Mac" MacIntyre, pinned under the very machine he spent his life perfecting. I misteri di Brokenwood 7x3
Detective Kristin Sims, leaning against the passenger door, looked skeptical. "Tell that to the victim in the vat, Mike. I think he was lying quite a bit before he ended up face-down in the fermenter." "The only failure here," Mike said, stepping out