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Nicotine Kiss: An Amos Walker Novel

2010-02-08 
基本信息·出版社:Forge Books ·页码:256 页 ·出版日期:2006年03月 ·ISBN:0765312239 ·International Standard Book Number:0765312239 ·条形码 ...
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基本信息·出版社:Forge Books
·页码:256 页
·出版日期:2006年03月
·ISBN:0765312239
·International Standard Book Number:0765312239
·条形码:9780765312235
·EAN:9780765312235
·装帧:精装
·正文语种:英语
·丛书名:Amos Walker Novels

内容简介 Sometimes friendship is the only thing you can count on. Just before Thanksgiving, an old friend, cigarette smuggler Jeff Starzek, saved private detective Amos Walker’s life by getting him to the hospital when he was shot. After New Year’s, Walker gets a frantic call from Starzek’s sister. Jeff’s missing; hasn’t been in touch for weeks. It’s just not like him.

Now Walker, still gimpy and rehabbing, is trying to find Starzek. All he has to go on is his knowledge of Starzek’s territory—the Lake Huron shore north of Detroit—and a tip from Homeland Security agent Herbert Clemson. Clemson, who is also looking for Starzek, says the missing man might be connected to counterfeiters with ties to terrorists.

Walker can't really see Starzek getting involved in a scheme so different from his usual line of work. When he visits the man's brother, a minister of an evangelical church, Walker finds a huge stack of treasury paper perfect for printing $20 bills—but Starzek's brother is also missing. The counterfeiters are damn serious—serious enough to make Starzek's brother disappear, and serious enough to try and kill Walker when he pokes around their operation. Hell of a way to protect an investment.

But Walker, gimpy, in pain, cold and tired, can’t give up on Starzek. It’s a matter of friendship, and he won’t let down a friend. He just hopes his loyalty doesn’t get him killed.
作者简介 Loren D. Estleman is the author of more than fifty novels (all of which were written on a manual typewriter), this being the eighteenth featuring private eye Amos Walker. His other novels include Retro, the seventeenth Amos Walker novel, City of Widows, and Little Black Dress, a Peter Macklin novel. His work has earned him three Shamus Awards, four Golden Spur Awards, and three Western Heritage Awards thus far. He currently resides in Michigan with his wife, author Deborah Morgan.
专业书评 From Publishers Weekly

Amos Walker, Estleman's hard-boiled Detroit PI, shows no sign of losing steam in the 18th novel in this Shamus Award-winning series (Retro, etc.). When a routine job tracing a deadbeat dad turns violent, Walker's life is saved by Jeff Starzek, an acquaintance on the wrong side of the law. That act of kindness eventually involves the detective in a murky, twisty inquiry into Starzek's disappearance. The trail leads Walker to a cold, desolate area near Lake Huron and the bizarre Church of the Inland Sea, an evangelical house of worship marked by images of the martyred St. Sebastian. Evidence turns up suggesting that Starzek has moved from smuggling cigarettes to working with a terrorist counterfeiting ring. Unlike many other authors, Estleman successfully introduces a topical post-9/11 plot line into his creation's world. No current writer has consistently evoked Chandler and Marlowe like Estleman, whose steady if unflashy work has yet to gain him the plaudits or name recognition he deserves. (Apr.)
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From Booklist

It's fitting that Spielberg's cult classic Duel is playing in the background when Amos Walker joins the crowd at a smoke-filled trucker's bar. Soon enough, the cynical Detroit PI finds himself in a deadly vehicle duel of his own. By that time, however, he's already been shot, bludgeoned, and arrested--all during the course of tracking down a man who once saved Amos' life, cigarette smuggler Jeff Starzek, now possibly involved with counterfeiters. Though hobbled by a bullet that nearly cost him his leg, Walker doesn't slow down much as he picks up Starzek's trail, which leads from a middle-class suburb in Detroit to a tiny evangelical church to a remote motel in frigid northern Michigan and then back again before things finally fall into place. In this, Walker's eighteenth outing, Estleman delivers his usual combination of gripping action and satisfying irony, further cementing the solitary, hardboiled PI's reputation for giving as good as he gets. The riveting chase scenes are tailor-made for the screen. Stephanie Zvirin
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文摘 Chapter One 
Someone had disinterred “Big John” from the back of the vintage Rock-Ola. Jimmy Dean’s bass struck bedrock on the big, bad refrain, buzzing the speakers and rippling the surface of my Carling Black Label, the muscatel of bottled beer. The neon tubing behind the bar cast rose-petal light over everything.
 
Spike’s Keg o’ Nails smelled of beer and cedar and mothballs, the last from the blaze-orange and red-and-black-check coats that had hung in upstairs closets from January to November. Two hunters with sooty eleven o’clock shadows taught body English to the shuffleboard table and some smoke-cured campers from outside town trumped one another at euchre with loud oaths every time a card smacked their table. A graying couple danced, dressed identically in jeans and flannel, and a waitress built like Johnny Bravo fox-trotted between crowded tables hoisting a cityscape of longnecks on a round tray. It was opening day of firearms deer season in Grayling, Michigan, where they close the schools as if it’s the Fourth of July, and I was the only relatively sober customer on the premises. Even the ninety-year-old moose head on the wall was listing slightly to the left.
 
Spike’s hadn’t changed a tick since I was fourteen and hunting with my father and his friends, and he’d said then it hadn’t changed in twenty years. He’d pointed out the corner where he’d once seen Cesar Romero, grinning dazzlingly in his three-day whiskers and ordering rounds for his rumpled party. What might have been the same rickety table and captain’s chairs were now occupied by a heavyset blonde with a map of every motel in the northern Lower Peninsula on her face and three National Guardsmen in fatigues from Camp Grayling, plying her with beers. She was older than any two of them combined and looked as if she could drink off a case with one hand and arm
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