By Andrew Vachss
From the trendy grasp of noir, Andrew Vachss, comes this heart-topping and bestselling new mystery that perfectly reinvents the Burke sequence.
Urban Outlaw Burke slightly survives an assault by means of a certified hit squad that kills his associate. With a brand new face, Burke is going into hiding. And at the hunt. Dead and Gone takes him from the streets of latest York urban via a cross-country underground, and deep into his personal tortured prior. The violent trip leads to a spot that exists purely within the desires of the darkest degenerates in the world.
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I got the lowdown on who tried to get you done. ” “What? ” “I told you, man: Condo. You know me. ” “That’s what I’m trying to tell you, man. ” “The police …” I said, my voice getting weaker. “They don’t know nothing, man. I got this from—” “The police said it was on purpose. I … don’t remember. A car … something about a car. Tell the police. They’re trying to help me. Call the police. Tell them who did this. ” “Of course you know me, man. I told you …” “Then you know me? ” “I … don’t know. I don’t know … who I am.
Just like on the Yard—eyes down, but always watching. If cops were watching the door to my room, I couldn’t see them. Or any of those little dots that tip you to a minicam. But I couldn’t see what was at the bottom of the elevator’s ride, either. And I couldn’t leave the floor to find out. There had to be a reason why none of my people had come. The cops had all their faces, but Michelle had gotten through once. Why …? Sure! That was before the cops made their move on me, before the whole private-room game.
No. ” “You’ll get the fucking kid, friend. ” I did that. ” he snarled over at the Lincoln. The passenger door opened and a kid got out. I couldn’t see him real well … only knew he was a boy because that’s what the Russians had told me. Real skinny. Wearing a dark jacket and jeans. His pale hair was shaved on the sides and spiked in front. The kid seemed to know what he was doing—walked to my left until he was out of the shadow and I could see him better. “We trade steps now,” the man said. “One for one.