Seven nights a week, the most beautiful people in Manhattan crowd around the bar at a dimly lit restaurant on Second Avenue. Fueled by drugs, liquor, and jealousy, the singles crowd has made Wellington’s the hottest spot in town. Its gorgeous young patrons can go through several partners just before closing time, and the spectacle of “the hunt” ensures that the restaurant’s tables are never empty. People don’t come to Wellington’s for the food, but for a close-up view of romantic blood sport.
David James, owner and operator, runs the show. Around him swirls a hurricane of swingers, players, and tramps, but David stays cool. In this bar, the only rule is to never sleep with someone who’s got more troubles than you. But the people who crowd around at last call have so many problems, it’s impossible to keep count.
Marc Olden (1933–2003) was the author of forty mystery and suspense novels. Born in Baltimore, he began writing while working in New York as a Broadway publicist. His first book, Angela Davis (1973), was a nonfiction study of the controversial Black Panther. In 1973 he also published Narc, under the name Robert Hawke, beginning a hard-boiled nine-book series about a federal narcotics agent.
A year later, Black Samurai introduced Robert Sand, a martial arts expert who becomes the first non-Japanese student of a samurai master. Based on Olden’s own interest in martial arts, which led him to the advanced ranks of karate and aikido, the novel spawned a successful eight-book series. Olden continued writing for the next three decades, often drawing on his fascination with Japanese culture and history.
Still bruised from her encounter with The Cleveland Slasher, Dana, and her partner Jeremy Brown, soon become embroiled in a macabre game of cat and mouse as they try to hunt down this highly intelligent but utterly ruthless murderer before he claims his next victim. And then they realise they might be up against not one killer but two - and all hell breaks loose...
Theo Pearce went missing over twenty years go. The
Aboriginal teenager vanished off a country road in the heartland of Australia’s Western District.
Ewan Boyd returns to his hometown for a school reunion. There he reconnects with a boyhood friend, Freddie Stokie, Theo’s uncle. Ewan is Freddie’s last hope and he threatens to unearth a shared secret if Ewan doesn’t comply with his demand to find out what happened to Theo.
Ewan’s investigation into people who have “gone missing” in the sheep growing country of southwestern Victoria reveals a hidden world of established, but waning, political power. As Ewan learns more from his past, he puts at risk ….
The author, John Henry, uses personal insights, gleaned from growing up in a small county town “out west”, to confer an unsettling authenticity to his characters.
As far as the record industry is concerned, Matteo DiPalma is a manager, a producer, and the hit-maker behind some of the decade’s biggest chart successes. To the federal government, he is a crucial link between drug-hungry musicians and the Rosetti crime family that keeps them supplied with heroin and cocaine. When federal agents nail DiPalma on a trafficking charge, John Bolt and six other cops go to California to escort him back east. The shotguns they carry aren’t to keep DiPalma from running, but to protect him from a Rosetti hit. The agents don’t count on death from above.
The mafia helicopter appears too quickly for the cops to react. Bolt is just outside the blast radius when the grenade hits the roof, vaporizing DiPalma and his guards. When the smoke clears, Bolt is bloodied but not broken—and ready to even the score.
In a dank Chinatown gymnasium, a dragon prepares for the parade. As the teenagers inside the monster practice its ungainly walk, four Sun Eagles surround them and open fire. Trapped inside the dragon, the small-timers never have a chance. For the crime of stealing Sun Eagle heroin, they die on the gymnasium floor.
The hit puts the Sun Eagles at the top of the Chinatown heap, in position to strike the bargain that will make them rich. Sick of sitting on the sidelines in New York’s drug skirmishes, a mafia capo buys $4 million in Sun Eagle smack to use as a war chest in the bloodiest campaign the city’s streets have ever seen. Standing in his way is narcotics agent John Bolt, a one-man army who can match any dragon, Chinese or otherwise.