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320 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 1998
Vyra doesn’t know what I do , but she knows I’m not an accountant. She get nosy every once in a while – just to keep in practice, I think. But she doesn’t push, and it never comes to anything.
Vyra knows where to find me. Or where to leave word, anyway. She never calls unless she’s already got a hotel room. And if I’m around when she calls, we get together and do what we do.
But only if I’m around when she calls. I never think about what she does when I’m not.
“An old pal of mine makes them down in Honduras. Cuban seeds, Cuban artisans, but he says Cuban soil is all played out. These are better.”
The place looked like a Southern juke joint, only bigger and without the music. Ramshackle, thrown-together furniture, a big red-and-white Coke sign behind the wood plank bar, yellowing posters on the walls – looked like they’d been swiped from a Medicaid dentist’s office. The low ceiling trapped a heavy, multi-tone hum of voices, keeping the heat close to the floor. Somebody had nailed a THANK YOU FOR NOT SMOKING sign to the side wall. The floor was a giant ashtray.
A tureen of hot-and-sour soup was at my elbow even before she made her way to my booth in the back.
Once, I’d asked her why I had to have at least three bowls at every sitting. “Bowl small,” is all she said, and I haven’t questioned her since.
“Yes. Of course, I’m sure you’ve heard this a thousand times in your line of work.”
Seeing as how she’d been nice enough to upgrade me from thug to psychologist – or downgrade me to lawyer, I couldn’t tell which – I decided to let that one pass.
“You know what happens when a raccoon gets his leg caught in one of those steel traps, Herk? You know what he’s got to do, he wants to live?”
“Bite the leg off?” the big man said.
“Yeah. There’s two kinds of raccoons get caught in those traps. The ones with balls enough to do what they gotta do. And dead ones. A bitch raccoon gets in heat, she wants a stud that’s gonna give her the strongest babies, understand? You know what she looks for? Not the biggest raccoon. Not the prettiest one either. A smart bitch, she looks for the one with three legs.”
This is one of the better books from the Burke series. This one features Crystal Beth as a native American girlfriend; the bad guys are Nazis and stalkers.
My rating: 6/10, finished 6/8/11.
[[Reread 8/5/24]] - Updated review - Upon rereading, Andrew Vachss’ tenth book in the Burke series is a typical Vachss thriller. It deserves a slightly higher rating than I had originally assigned to it.
My rating: 7/10, finished 8/5/24 (3981) (newly assigned number).