Stephen Solomita, Forced Entry (Avon, 1990)Stephen SOlomita has been laboring in the background of the thriller genre for over a decade without anyone really noticing his existence. His books are solid, easy to read, and a little on the genre-writing side, but that's no reason to give him any les...
Attempting to clear their homeless and retarded client of a murder charge, criminal lawyer Maxwell Steinberg and Marty Blake, a private eye down on his luck, team up to prove the case was a frame job, until they encounter worse trouble. 12,500 first printing.
The author of A Twist of the Knife and three other suspense novels starring New York City police detective Stanley Moodrow, Solomita here goes back in time, weaving a satisfying, fast-paced tale of his character's first years on the force. It's 1957, and after winning a boxing match at which he r...
Most of the prisoners at Cortlandt hail from the Rotten Apple, but Zebediah came from Colden, New York, a small town near the Canadian border. Being inexperienced, he made a big mistake by accepting a pack of cigarettes from an inmate named Burt White. All three of us, Zeb, Burt, and myself, were...
He would have liked to go directly to the hospital, but the chairman of the toxicology department, Dr. Federico Benari, would be unable to see him until four in the afternoon. Benari had insisted on the hour, just as Connie Alamare had insisted Moodrow pick up her notarized request in the morning...
Hi Yo fucking Silver. This is Paulie’s first thought. Quickly followed by the fear that Thorpe is tracking his every movement, that Paulie’s under surveillance right now, perhaps through the telescopic sight of the rifle that killed Bruno Brunale. But even that ugly possibility can’t bring Paulie...
Without doubt, it was a time of small victories, a truth Buscetta acknowledged with his seven-year deal. It was also a time of high spirits and high energy. We worked until we were ready to drop. We laughed at each other’s jokes. We were drunk on the mere possibility of success. The high point of...
What was the sense of pretending to be patient? Who did he expect to fool? He was the only one there and he definitely wasn’t fooling himself. If he had a rope, he’d be skipping it. If he had a heavy bag, he’d be hitting it. The truth was that he’d never been this jumpy in his life. Not even befo...
… all the bullshit. Patrick Blake was sitting at his sister-in-law’s kitchen table, nursing a glass of Scotch and smiling at his nephew. His shirt collar was loose, his black tie pulled down, his uniform jacket draped over the back of a chair. Forty pounds overweight and nearly bald, he looked ev...
By then it was after three o’clock. I knew I should have been thinking about Condon and Rico and what I’d done, but I couldn’t concentrate. The best I could do was realize that I had no guilt for what was going to happen to Eddie and the boys. It was my out, just as taking the armored car was Edd...
The box spring squealed in protest, echoing the complaints of his own body. According to the battered wind-up alarm clock on the night table, it was 5:47, much too early, he decided, for a sixty-year-old …. He stopped, automatically corrected himself: for a nearly sixty-year-old man to be up and ...
He slams the desktop with the side of his fist and tosses a jar of mint-flavored TUMS at the hapless tech sweeping the room for bugs. The TUMS jar bounces off the tech’s shoulder and he begins to shake. ‘What, you’re gonna be all fuckin’ day?’ Bobby demands. ‘I got things to do. I’m runnin’ a bus...
“The goddamned car broke down,” she announced, plopping herself onto the sofa. “And we can’t get another one before noon. I swear to Christ this miserable city’s falling apart. We’ll have to put the trip off. Phone those idiots at Bird Creek, or whatever the hell it’s called, and cancel the inter...
Boots Littlewood standing in the doorway, a garment bag draped across his shoulder, a suitcase hanging from his left hand. Saying, ‘Frankie, I need a place to hang out.’ ‘Sure, Boots. Abso-fuckin’-lutely. Come right in.’ Frankie stepped back to let Boots pass. ‘But one thing you might wanna think...