By Mickey Spillane
Tricky P.I. Mike Hammer emerges from a near-death coma to benefit that he's embroiled in a dangerous look for billions of bucks of lacking mob funds, within the most modern mystery by means of the writer of I, the Jury. 50,000 first printing. $50,000 ad/promo.
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Once again, he gave out a grunt, this time of satisfaction. “They . . were all getting screwed . . by their kids. The ones they put through college. The ones they . . tapped to run the businesses . . ” “The dons weren’t that dumb,” I interrupted. “Computers,” Dooley said. ” “They learned . . how to use them . . in college. They didn’t want to wait. They wanted it now . . and were getting it. ” “And the chronicle continues,” I muttered. “You had to get that in,” he told me. “I don’t like it when somebody tells me to shut up,” I said with mock indignity.
The frown went away but the smile stayed. ” This time I grinned and straightened up, bringing the seat back to an upright position as the PA directed. ” The smile I got back said she didn’t believe me at all. It was off season for the return of the snowbirds to the big city so there weren’t many there to meet the passengers. I slung the single piece of luggage over my shoulder and ambled slowly down the corridor, walking too slowly to be a native New Yorker. Everybody else from the plane passed me by before I reached the gate and that strange thrill of anticipation ran up my spine before I ever spotted Pat Chambers and Velda watching me, not really knowing what to expect, a walking dead man, a ghost from the past, or somebody with a crazy, writhing anger bottled up, not knowing where to spill it.
I made the okay sign with my fingers and blinked yes. “Cut out the blinking, friend. I think you can try speaking to me. ” I said. My voice was there, but deep and raspy. He dropped his head and let out a grunt. His eyes lifted to mine. ” “Otherwise I’d have to tell you that I owed you,” he said. After a moment he added, “I still might. ” “Knock it off,” I let out softly. ” “I have to. Right now you’re on the upswing. There’s no way you’re going to come out of this like you had a broken leg or the mumps or something.
Black Alley by Mickey Spillane