One of four novels that John D. MacDonald published in 1956. This is a short, gritty heist-gone-wrong book. It starts great and is a little weak at the end. By weak I mean still far better than the majority of crime fiction ever written. There are some character types in this book that MacDonald didn't typically write about, including a young boy who fancies himself a Hardy Boy, and a serial killer. Well worth reading in whatever cheap paperback copy you can find.
Book covers - they just don't make 'em like they used to.
ReplyDeleteI was going to say the same thing. Someone needs to put out a poster of all these old school pulp-y book covers. So awesome.
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