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By Max Allan Collins

FIRST…THERE was once THE final QUARRY.

THEN…THERE was once THE FIRST QUARRY.

NOW…LOOK WHO’S stuck within the MIDDLE.

The enigmatic hitman Quarry -- famous person of 7 celebrated novels and an award-winning function movie (The final Lullaby) -- is again during this violent, steamy story of warring crime households. while Godfathers got down to bump one another off, bet who lands up with either contracts….

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Memorable one, too. I’d swum there a number of times, and again my memory was making odd connections. When the Broker approached me, I’d been living in a fleabag hotel in Los Angeles. Drinking is not generally my thing, but it had been then. Still Coke, only with Bacardi. Lots of Bacardi—one Coke can to a bottle of rum, yo ho ho. He was a handsome white-haired, white-mustached businessman who wore tailored suits and spoke in speeches, and he might have been forty or he might have been sixty—I never asked or bothered to find out.

As a kid back in Ohio, I’d tinkered with cars and worked in a garage, so the gas station part appealed to me. I’d be handy enough to whip the dump into shape with remedial repairs, plus I’d made the acquaintance of a woman in Lake Geneva who knew restaurants and hotels and was looking for a new position. The first new position I tried involved her getting fucked against a door, and screaming like she’d just won the lottery, so I thought she might make a reasonably interesting employee. Maybe this was that crossroads moment you hear so much about.

Another waitress, who I’d asked for a Diet Coke, delivered it. ” She had a galaxy of permed blonde hair and dark blue eyes and light blue eyeshadow and big breasts that made heavy lifting for the push-up bra. ” “Till two on weeknights. All night Friday and Saturday. ” Even Hades rested on the seventh day, it seemed, this branch office, anyway. , so I took the elevator up to the Paddlewheel Lounge. , Gnarly! Not that the crowd seemed to mind, a mix of twentyand thirty-somethings, some of whom I’d seen dining downstairs.

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