Beware of old flames when the fire’s gone out, you can still be burned on the coals when she phones long after midnight and offers you money and sex. Especially when you should know better.
Ed Earl Burch says no, no, no. Then yes, firstly because she needs protection from some very nasty people who think she knows where her husband stashed their money, and secondly, she won’t take no for an answer. He soon also needs protection from the same nasty people, and a hoard more that the two pick up along the action packed way. Needing help to track down the elusive treacherous financier, Ed Earl enlists the help of his best friend. Things can’t get more serious when his friend is eliminated in Dallas, for which he rightly blames himself.
Everyone is nasty. From Ed E himself, a boozy falling-apart PI, and the self centred old flame to the ruthless conniving husband and everyone in between. Murdering sonsabitches, all.
Okay, maybe, as least nasty, we do get fond of Ed E and wish him well as he blunders along in an almost nothing-to-live-for fashion.
What do you want?
Action? You get it in spades.
Sex? It dribbles and groans in plenty.
Brutality? No problem – blood, puke, pain; mop the pages to see the writing.
The trail is a rough ride with your heart in your mouth. With the odd stop to visit my cardiologist, I otherwise couldn’t put it down, but gritty feels like icecream, and hardboiled is like jelly compared to this. Keep going, Mr Nesbitt.