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 -- celebrity 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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So I put on my Don Johnson duds and headed over to the Paddlewheel. Chapter Three I pulled in about nine-thirty and found the big parking lot nearly full, the Paddlewheel doing remarkable busi-ness for a Wednesday night. At the far end, a brown-and-gold vehicle emblazoned SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT was parked by a fence, nose forward, with what I presumed was an off-duty deputy sitting there to provide security. His windows were down and he was smoking—the amber eye of his cigarette and his vague shape were all I could make out.
The eyes got the goosed look again. “In Haydee’s Port? ” “No! ” So I left her a nice tip. She didn’t consider me a lowlife, and that made me feel good about myself. I gambled a little. Lost twenty-five bucks at black-jack, got ahead fifty at roulette. Played video poker, a buck a shot, and in ninety minutes carved the fifty in half. 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.
The “New Members” window was just one of half a dozen cages, the rest of which were to buy or cash in chips. The casino wasn’t the Flamingo but, for the middle of the Midwest, was impressive enough. Certainly was hopping, a couple hundred guests partaking of half a dozen blackjack tables, a trio of roulette wheels, the latest Vegas-style slots on one side, video poker on the other. The far end had a bar with some booth seating along another river-view window. What decoration there was ran to riverboat stuff, paintings of Bret Maverick-type gamblers and Mark Twain in a captain’s hat and paddlewheels on the river.