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Max Allan Collins

• Herausgeber: Hard Case Crime
• Kategorie: Krimi
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Quarry is a pro in the murder business. When the man he works for becomes a target himself, Quarry is sent South to remove a traitor in the ranks. But in this wide-open city - with sin everywhere, and betrayal around every corner - Quarry must make the most dangerous choice of his deadly career: who to kill?

Leseprobe

Contents

Cover

Acclaim For the Work of Max Allan Collins!

Also by Max Allan Collins

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Epigraph

April 1972

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Author’s Note

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Acclaim For the Work of MAX ALLAN COLLINS!

“Crime fiction aficionados are in for a treat. . .a neo-pulp noir classic.”

—Chicago Tribune

“No one can twist you through a maze with as much intensity and suspense as Max Allan Collins.”

—Clive Cussler

“Collins never misses a beat. . .All the stand-up pleasures of dime-store pulp with a beguiling level of complexity.”

—Booklist

“Collins has an outwardly artless style that conceals a great deal of art.”

—New York Times Book Review

“Max Allan Collins is the closest thing we have to a 21st century Mickey Spillane and. . .will please any fan of old-school, hardboiled crime fiction.”

—This Week

“A suspenseful, wild night’s ride [from] one of the finest writers of crime fiction that the U.S. has produced.”

—Book Reporter

“This book is about as perfect a page turner as you’ll find.”

—Library Journal

“Bristling with suspense and sexuality, this book is a welcome addition to the Hard Case Crime library.”

—Publishers Weekly

“A total delight. . .fast, surprising, and well-told.”

—Deadly Pleasures

“Strong and compelling reading.”

—Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine

“Max Allan Collins [is] like no other writer.”

—Andrew Vachss

“Collins breaks out a really good one, knocking over the hard-boiled competition (Parker and Leonard for sure, maybe even Puzo) with a one-two punch: a feisty storyline told bittersweet and wry. . .nice and taut. . .the book is unputdownable. Never done better.”

—Kirkus Reviews

“One supremely satisfying example of a classic, twisty hard-boiled tale.”

—Criminal Element

“Masterful.”

—Jeffery Deaver

“Collins has a gift for creating low-life believable characters. . . a sharply focused action story that keeps the reader guessing till the slam-bang ending. A consummate thriller from one of the new masters of the genre.”

—Atlanta Journal Constitution

“For fans of the hardboiled crime novel. . .this is powerful and highly enjoyable reading, fast moving and very, very tough.”

—Cleveland Plain Dealer

“Entertaining. . .full of colorful characters. . .a stirring conclusion.”

—Detroit Free Press

“An exceptional storyteller.”

—San Diego Union Tribune

“Collins makes it sound as though it really happened.”

—New York Daily News

“Quarry is among the most fascinating and complex anti-heroes on the scene today. And that’s why having him back again is cause for celebration.”

—Bookgasm

“Collins, a superb storyteller with several series under his gunbelt, is never better then when narrating a new Quarry story.”

—Pulp Fiction Reviews

“Mr. Collins does his always superb job of building his story and surprising the reader. . .most excellent.”

—Big Daddy’s Place

“An engaging read that you can’t put down. . .gritty, hard-boiled.”

—Geek Hard

“Collins is the reigning master of this genre and he creates such entertaining and interesting characters that it is a pleasure to read his novels.”

—Mystery Maven

“A great slice of pulp fiction.”

—The Bookbag

“Nobody does it better than Max Allan Collins.”

—John Lutz

The slice of moon was painting the overgrown area behind the buildings a deceptively peaceful ivory. Forming a semicircle, they were in the ankle-high grass, but a thicket of weeds and kudzu and God knew what else was waiting like an all too penetrable wall just a few yards away.

So pale he almost glowed, Dix was smoking, grinning, his mustache riding his sneer like a surfboard does a wave. He had a gun in one hand, a snubby .38. He stood near Dixie, who faced the bouncer and his prisoner. The captor had a roundish head, a stupid face, long brown stringy hair with sideburns, and was beefy verging on fat. His chin sat on another one and his little eyes peeked out from piggy pouches. For a big guy, he didn’t look like much trouble to me.

But he was plenty of trouble for the salesman, whose arms he held pinned back. . .

. . .if not as much trouble as the big-boobed beehive redhead in the black waitress uniform and the white apron, which was already splashed with blood.

The three places where she had hit him in his bald skull with the hammer were easily visible, ribbons of red trailing from each. The little guy was woozy from pain but the mercy of unconsciousness hadn’t come his way yet.

She snarled, “What do you think, Dix? Has our guest learned his lesson. . .?”

OTHER HARD CASE CRIME BOOKS FROM MAX ALLAN COLLINS:

THE FIRST QUARRY

THE LAST QUARRY

QUARRY IN THE MIDDLE

QUARRY’S EX

THE WRONG QUARRY

DEADLY BELOVED

SEDUCTION OF THE INNOCENT

TWO FOR THE MONEY

THE CONSUMMATA (with Mickey Spillane)

SOME OTHER HARD CASE CRIME BOOKS YOU WILL ENJOY:

MEMORY by Donald E. Westlake

NOBODY’S ANGEL by Jack Clark

MURDER IS MY BUSINESS by Brett Halliday

GETTING OFF by Lawrence Block

CHOKE HOLD by Christa Faust

THE COMEDY IS FINISHED by Donald E. Westlake

BLOOD ON THE MINK by Robert Silverberg

FALSE NEGATIVE by Joseph Koenig

THE TWENTY-YEAR DEATH by Ariel S. Winter

THE COCKTAIL WAITRESS by James M. Cain

WEB OF THE CITY by Harlan Ellison

JOYLAND by Stephen King

THE SECRET LIVES OF MARRIED WOMEN by Elissa Wald

ODDS ON by Michael Crichton writing as John Lange

BORDERLINE by Lawrence Block

BRAINQUAKE by Samuel Fuller

EASY DEATH by Daniel Boyd

A HARD CASE CRIME BOOK

(HCC-118)

First Hard Case Crime edition: January 2015

Published by

Titan Books

A division of Titan Publishing Group Ltd

144 Southwark Street

London SE1 0UP

in collaboration with Winterfall LLC

Copyright © 2015 by Max Allan Collins

Cover painting copyright © 2015 by Robert McGinnis

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Print Edition ISBN 978-1-78329-084-0

E-book ISBN 978-1-78329-085-7

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For my old musical comradeJoe McClean—like Quarry, a road warrior.

“Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled ‘enemy?’ ”SYLVIA PLATH

“I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.”JOHNNY CASH

APRIL 1972

ONE

I had been killing people for money for over a year now, and it had been going fine. You have these occasional unexpected things crop up, but that’s life.

Really, to be more exact about it, I’d been killing people for good money for over a year. Before that, in the Nam soup, I had been killing people for chump change, but then the Broker came along and showed me how to turn the skills Uncle Sugar had honed in me into a decent living.

I’ll get to the Broker shortly, but you have to understand something: if you are a sick fuck who wants to read a book about some lunatic who gets off on murder, you are in the wrong place. I take no joy in killing. Pride, yes, but not to a degree that’s obnoxious or anything.

As the Broker explained to me from right out of the gate, the people I’d be killing were essentially already dead: somebody had decided somebody else needed to die, and was going to have it done, which was where I came in. After the decision had been made. I’m not guilty of murder any more than my Browning nine millimeter is.

Guns don’t kill people, some smart idiot said, people kill people—or in my case, people have some other person kill people.

There’s a step here I’ve skipped and I better get to it. When I came home from overseas, I found my wife in bed with a guy. I didn’t kill him, which I thought showed a certain restraint on my part, and when I went to talk to him about our “situation” the next day, I hadn’t gone there to kill him, either. If I had, I’d have brought a fucking gun.

But he was working under this fancy little sports car, which like my wife had a body way too nice for this prick, and when he saw me, he looked up at me all sneery and said, “I got nothing to say to you, bunghole.” And I took umbrage. Kicked the fucking jack out.