Welcome to Scud City -- The Worst Town in America
Scud is the kind of cesspool that's heaven if you want good drugs, dirty sex, and a nightly brush with death, and hell if you want anything else. And of all the decaying brothels and meth-spas in the city of dead dreams, One-Night Stan's is the last place any distinguished human would set foot, the kind of sleazy strip club where the floors are linoleum, the air is cigarette smoke, and the night isn't over till somebody's a corpse.
Over the course of one excruciatingly long night, two college students stumble across an orange duffel bag stuffed with hundred-dollar bills and they find themselves the target of a coke-fueled night club owner, a vicious nymphomaniac stripper who gets her jollies slicing extremities off others with a butterfly knife, and a Russian bouncer who once ripped a man in half "the long way." As their wild night goes progressively off the rails, their paths cross with an unprofessional and strangely hostile FBI agent who has arrived in town on the trail of a serial killer--a serial killer who has been carving up dancers on a cross country tour of seedy strip joints, but who may have just stumbled into the wrong club.
A Few Words from the Author
One-Night Stan's was inspired by the films of Quentin Tarantino and Guy Ritchie. I wanted to write a piece of thriller fiction that produced a similar effect, that feeling when you suppress your laughter because you don't want others to know how sick your sense of humor is. This is the kind of crime thriller you don't tell your loved ones you've read. I hope it will function as a piece of thrilling crime fiction for more civilized readers, and a brutal black comedy for those who don't mind laughing when a normal person might cover her eyes and squeal.