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About the Author
- ASIN : B08WC597QC
- Publisher : Six Million on Red (February 14, 2021)
- Publication date : February 14, 2021
- Language : English
- File size : 2439 KB
- Simultaneous device usage : Unlimited
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 144 pages
- Lending : Enabled
- Best Sellers Rank: #121,029 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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Wiseguys are the heroes. You got a problem with that? Oh, yeah, you might pee in your pants from laughing.
Yeah, Chicago guys. I should start a group called “Chicago Lives Matter” so we can all be defended from know-it-alls. We won’t have to listen to some Eastern experts expound on how we all like our hotdogs without ketchup. We all want our pizzas with a thick crust. We all suffer from the Cubs and get our hearts broken each year by the Bears. And, oh yeah, we all know some fantastic place to go hear the blues. It’s right next door to an Italian restaurant where everybody there is connected to the Mafia. Stereotypes. I smother my hotdogs in ketchup and anything else I can get my hands on. The fact is you could leave out the hotdog. I’d never miss it. I like the thin-crusted pizza. I expect the Cubs and the Bears to lose more than their share, and I bet accordingly. The blues are best at a lakefront festival, not in some Southside rat-hole. As far as the Italian restaurant where the Mafia hangs out, well, we don’t use that disgusting ethnic slur. In Chicago, we refer to it as The Outfit. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Glover had no trouble accepting me into the fold once I dropped Cassandra’s name. He was a beat-up-looking guy in his mid-fifties who would never have a drinking problem as long as he had a few drinks. I figured he knew how to play the game. Cassandra had the guy on speed dial. “You’re the guy out of Chicago,” he said. “Cassandra says you’re trying to find the magician that took off. Good luck with that one.” “Yeah, Charlemagne,” I said. “You ever catch his act?” “Shit,” he said. “Do I look like Wayne Newton to you? I only meet guys like that when they step out of line or end up dead like this one.” He pointed to the sheet covering Neal Braxton. I asked him how it went down. “Pretty basic,” he said. “There’s his car in the drive. He stepped out of it, went toward the door. Someone caught his attention and put three slugs into him. I figure a revolver. No shell casings left behind.” Braxton’s Escalade was still running in the driveway. The driver’s side door hung open. An alarm from the car verified that the door was hanging open. It was no doubt sending a message to Detroit that the door was open. There was probably a message on Braxton’s phone that the door was open. Despite all the effort, Braxton wasn’t getting up to close it.
I want to list some phrases that describe this book:
• full of unexpected twists
• fast-paced and engaging
• a well-written page turner
• the perfect beach read
• Wise guy dialogue keeps the plot moving.
• Vegas happenings keep the interest in focus,
• The action never stops.
• When you think you have it figured, something new happens.
Several plot twists involve bundles of missing money that the boss in Chicago sends the story’s protagonist, Nick, to recover out in Vegas. A small parade of characters color the landscape, their actions and conversations often reminding me of scenes from Get Shorty or Good Fellas, which suggests this hard-boiled mystery would make a good movie.
What struck me most about this 144-page story was the rapid-fire dialogue, unfiltered thoughts, and often humorous actions of the characters. The novel is a quick read, but complex enough to require this reader’s full attention.
I received a copy of Disappearing Act from the author.