Author: nickquarry

His name was Ben Hanks. and he was a pro—a precise, logical, cool-as-a-cucumber killer. Hanks didn’t kill in fear, like the fleeing robber. He didn’t kill in passion like the betrayed lover. He murdered for a living—with the day-to-day efficiency of a business-man. First he shot a beautiful, daring girl—my girl. Then he beat my wartime buddy to a pulp. Then, with a knife, he tortured and killed … tortured and killed a teenage kid—and made me the patsy for the job. Me? I’m Jake Barrow, private eye—and I’d been mousetrapped for murder, framed—and was suitable for hanging.more