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First published September 1, 2014


I stay low and keep my eyes open. I watch every shadow. I listen for every footstep, every whisper. I don’t make friends, I don’t make enemies, and I sure as hell don’t fall in love. I just get the job done fast, collect my payment, and move on to the next case.Living in a jaded city....
It’s a city crammed with tough guys, dangerous women, loud jazz, and illegal booze; the kinda place where everyone carries a hipflask in their pocket and a spare pistol in their sock....You want a good time, you come to Wilde City; you wanna last a long time, you go someplace else. Because here in Wilde City there’s only three types of people: the lovers, the famous…and the dead.He’s fond of hard alcohol and easy lays....
Sure, I’ve blown more than just rent money on the rent boys at the Velvet Viper; Satan knows there’s more than a few holes to slither down in that sinful snake pit.Can you hear the happy pitter patter of my little heart? As Bacall said to Bogie...
He never again slipped into my cold and lonely bed at night and held me tight and safe....He never came back. Like he promised he would.But as likely to make me sniffle as that is, when I compare it to the beginning of the book, and the mention of blowing rent boys and going down holes, the change in tone is jarring. Buck suddenly goes from hard jazz to REO Speedwagon: ♫ I can't fight this feeling anymore! I've forgotten what I started fighting for! ♫ If he could've fought it for just a little longer I would've been happier with the book overall.






