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One of the best from J. H. Chase

CADE, 1966

Here is a story of an alcoholic press photographer, set against the torrid background of Mexico, the glittering lights of New York and the snow-covered mountains of Switzerland.

He finished his drink, then picked up his Minolta, he walked over the bridge to reach the far side of the pool and made his way with easy strides to the public beach.

Without knowing it, he was about to keep a fatal appointment with his destiny. It was on this hot sunny afternoon that he first met Juana Roca, a woman who was to ruin him to the wreck of a man who was later to be beaten nearly to death in a town called Eastonville.

Extract :

Cade stepped away from the balcony and lowered his camera. He was trembling, but he knew he had a set of pictures that would speak far louder than any pictures he might have taken of the freedom march.

Now he wanted a drink. He mowed uneasily back into the room, then he stopped short, a cold surge of shock flowing up his spine.

His eyes like wet stones, Mitchell stood in the open doorway. The two men stared at each other, then Mitchell mowed into the room, shut and locked the door.

" Give me that camera, you sonofabitch, " he said.

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