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Burke is one of the most cold-blooded yet strangely honorable heroes in the history of crime fiction, an outlaw who makes his living by preying on the most vicious of New York City’s bottom-feeders, those who thrive on the suffering of children.
In Andrew Vachss’s tautly engrossing novel Burke is given a purse full of dirty money to find the infamous Ghost Van that is cutting a lethal swath among the teenage prostitutes in the ‘hood. He also gets help in the form of a stripper named Belle, whose moves on the runway are outclassed only by what she can do in a getaway car. But not even Burke is prepared for the evil that is behind the Ghost Van or for the sheer menace of its guardian, a cadaverous karate expert who enjoys killing so much that he has named himself after death.
562 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1988
. . . outside the pool room on 14th up to Union Square, across into Eighth Avenue and up into Times Square, working river to river into midtown. And back again. Driving through the marketplace, someone selling something every time the Plymouth rolled to a stop. Crack, smoke, gravity knives, cheap handguns, watches with Rolex faces and Taiwan guts, little boys, girls, women, men dressed like women. Cheap promises – high prices. Murphy Men selling the New York version of safe sex – the hotel-room key they sold you wouldn’t open the door, and they wouldn’t be standing on the same corner when you went back for better directions. Islands of light where flesh waited to take your money – pools of darkness where wolf packs waited to take your life. And vultures to pick your bones.