Artie Cohen’s long-time girlfriend, Lily Hanes, has been found beaten up, raped and left for dead in an empty Parisian apartment. In the wintry French capital, Artie looks for Lily’s attackers and finds himself drawn in to a web of sex, death and deceit. Artie follows the trail from Paris across ...
I picked this book up because I finished reading Disturbed Earth and there was a hook at the end that made me want to read this one. However, in the course of reading Red Hook, I felt like it was the same book, just with a slightly different plot. Which is fine--I understand how a series is const...
He had the right face for the job: long patrician forehead, aquiline nose, white hair, thin lips. The TV was over the bar and I stood drinking a beer, watching it, waiting for Lulu Fine in the pub off York Avenue. Fine was top of Mrs Pascoe’s list. Pictures of soccer stars lined the wall. I pulle...
There was a headline that read COLD DOLLS. A report – if you could call anyone who worked for the Post a reporter – made connections between the dolls and the fact that the guy kicked to death in Chinatown was only fourteen, a boy with a cardboard sign proclaiming he was homeless and had AIDS. Ch...
I had left Roy Pettus, broke away from him and his terrorist fables about the Russians. I wasn’t leaving New York for London. I wasn’t going into the spook business. Alongside the Belt Parkway was the water, the harbor, the sunlight on the Statue of Liberty making it glisten. I had dr...
Jeremy Chen said. It was the next morning. We were in the restaurant at the Chinatown Holiday Inn. He examined his gold cigarette lighter and tossed me a menu. “You want any of this shit?” He leaned back, a sleek, good-looking guy, medium height, chunky, with tough thighs like a body builder. Tig...
It was getting dark earlier, fall coming. I was back in Manhattan, heading uptown on the highway, driving too fast. The water was on my right, the Pepsi Cola sign winked red at me from Queens. Overhead, when I passed 59th Street, the little suburban tram shunted people to Roosevelt Island. All th...
The taste of dough, the sesame seeds, orange juice, blood. Dust in his nose, eyes, throat, coughing blood. Elem Zeitsev told me, when I got to his place, that Genia's call had grabbed him out of the nightmare. She called him, he called me. He knew we were related. He was worried about her. Worrie...