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The Heartbreak Lounge (Harry Rane Novels) by Wallace Stroby

nbsp; In the brilliant follow-up to his impressive debut, Stroby continues the hard-boiled adventures of Harry Rane... --Kirkus(starred review| Well-refined prose, vivid descriptions, and mounting tension stamp this hard-hitting follow-up to the acclaimed The Barbed-Wire Kiss .-- Library Journal nbsp| CHAPTER ONE Two days out of prison and twenty miles south of Daytona, Johnny decided hed walked far enough. He slipped the duffel bag off his shoulder, dropped it in the parched grass. There wasnt much in it: two pairs of jeans, some spare shirts and socks and the books from his cell - paperbacks of Nietzsche and Sun-Tsu, the Hagakure. Hed given everything else away before being processed out. He sat on the duffel, elbows on his knees. He knew there was little chance of getting a ride for the next few miles, especially the way he looked, and he was light-headed from the sun and lack of food. He hadnt eaten since the night before, eggs and coffee at an all-night diner in Melbourne. Hed slept in a park, taken his chances with the police, not wanting to spend any more of the little kick-out money he had left on a motel. There was a single Camel in the bent pack in his shirt pocket. He shook it out, straightened it, lit it with the silver Marine Corps lighter hed stolen off a bar in Boynton Beach. He sucked in the smoke, held it for a good long time before letting it out, then crumpled the empty pack, tossed it. He sat there smoking, his legs sore, his back stiff, feet blistered in the heavy work boots. He would hurt tonight. Hurt twice as much if he had to sleep outside again. He heard an engine, turned to look back the way hed come. A flatbed truck rumbled toward him in the heat haze. Without getting up, he held out his thumb. The truck blew by him, raising dust and grit from the road, leaving it suspended in the air. Passenger cars were few on this stretch of Route 1, and he knew his best chance was a truck. Yesterday hed gotten a ride all the way from For Pierce to the outskirts of Melbourne in the bed of a pickup driven by two Mexican day laborers. He sat on stacked concrete blocks and when they let him off, the dust was all over his clothes, his skin. Hed walked into town from there. He took off the Marlins cap hed bought in a convenience store, rubbed at his stubble. In Glades hed kept his head shaved, had only let his hair grow out in the month before his release. It was thickening now, itching as it came in, but it offered little protection. The cap helped keep the sun off his scalp and forehead, but he could feed the stiffness and burning on the back of his neck. He finished the cigarette, watched a hawk glide in the thermal currents above the tree line. There was a swamp on both sides of the highway, the air thick with the sulfur smell of it. Spanish moss hung from the cypress trees and it looked cool and dark among them, but the one time he had wandered in to get out of the sun, he had ended up knee-deep in water. So he kept to the road. Out here, between towns, he knew he was running the biggest risk. He watched for the tan and black Florida State Police cruisers: if a trooper thought he was hitchhiking, he would be stopped, questioned, have to show ID. He was legal, free and clear, but that wouldnt matter. Cops were cops, and here it would be even worse. If he looked down-and-out-if he looked like what he was-they would fuck with him, make him spend a night in their drunk tank, cite, fine and release him. All by way of warning: Dont come back. He wasnt coming back, he knew that. If he ever got out of this state, he was never coming back. He brushed ash from his pants, stood up, his knees aching. He picked up the duffel, slung it over his right shoulder. He heard the car before he saw it. Didnt bother to turn at first, until he heard the pitch of the engine change, slow. It was a dark green Buick Electra, sun flashing off chrome. He put his thumb out, saw a glimpse of blonde hair as the car went by. It was halfway up the rise when its brake lights glowed. He watched the car slow, steer onto the shoulder, pause there as if the driver were having second thoughts. Then it| Ex-state trooper Harry Rane, who first appeared in Wallace Strobys brilliant debut novel,The Barbed-Wire Kiss, is at loose ends. Doing some investigative work for a friends firm just to keep himself busy, Harry meets Nikki Ellis, a woman desperate for help. Her ex, Johnny Harrow, was just released from prison after a seven-year stretch for attempted murder. Nikki hasnt spoken to him since he went down, but she knows what hes capable of, and that hell be looking for her-and for the baby she put up for adoption after Johnny went away. She knows its up to her to protect the child once again. And shes afraid. As Harry finds out, she should be. Johnny is headed home to New Jersey to settle up with anyone who did him wrong while he was gone, including Nikki and his former employer, mobster Joey Alea. Then hes planning to find his son and start a new life. Johnny starts at the Heartbreak Lounge, where Nikki was a dancer when she first met Johnny, and works his way through their old life, leaving a trail of blood and fear in his wake. Only Harry might be tough enough-or reckless enough-to help her. What happens next shows why the searing talent and explosive writing evident inThe Barbed-Wire Kisswas only the beginning, and why Wallace Stroby is destined to be one of the finest crime writers of a generation.| In the brilliant follow-up to his impressive debut, Stroby continues the hard-boiled adventures of Harry Rane... --Kirkus (starred review) Well-refined prose, vivid descriptions, and mounting tension stamp this hard-hitting follow-up to the acclaimed The Barbed-Wire Kiss. --Library Journal|Ex-state trooper Harry Rane is at loose ends. Doing some investigative work for a friends firm just to keep himself busy, Harry meets Nikki Ellis, a woman desperate for help. Her ex, Johnny Harrow, was just released from prison after a seven-year stretch for attempted murder. Nikki hasnt spoken to him since he went down, but she knows what hes capable of, and that hell be looking for her - and for the baby she put up for adoption after Johnny went away. She knows its up to her to protect the child once again. And shes afraid. As Harry finds out, she should be. Johnny is headed home to New Jersey to settle up with anyone who did him wrong while he was gone, including Nikki and his former employer, mobster Joey Aleo. Then hes planning to find his son and start a new life. Johnny starts at the Heartbreak Lounge, where Nikki was a dancer when she first met Johnny, and works his way through their old life, leaving a trail of blood and fear in his wake. Only Harry might be tough enough - or reckless enough - to help Nikki.--BOOK JACKET.Title Summary field provided by Blackwell North America, Inc. All Rights Reserved

Author: Wallace Stroby

Language: English

Edition: 1st

Binding: Hardcover

Pages: 336

Publisher: Minotaur Books

Publication Date: 2005-02-01

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