6 Crime Thrillers by Ed Lacy
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Overview: Ed Lacy was the pseudonymn of Leonard (Len) S Zinberg, who was born in New York City on 25 August 1925. After his mother and father had divorced and his mother remarried, he spent his early years living in relative affluence in the outskirts of Harlem.
Genre: Fiction > Mystery/Thriller > Crime
Blonde Bait:
A selection from the first chapter: Telling Hal Anderson about Rose was a mistake. I knew it even as the words spilled out. But this was one time I couldn’t keep my fool mouth shut. It was ten years since I had seen him, and I was still sore about the double-cross he’d pulled on me. So now I wanted to rub his nose in it, but good.
I was sitting in a little bar near the waterfront in Port-au-Prince, waiting while my boat, the Sea Princess, was taking on stores. I almost dropped my drink when the familiar, tall, white-uniformed figure appeared in front of me. "Mickey!" he shouted and began to pump my hand. "For a second I thought I was seeing things. Damn, boy, you haven’t changed a bit. Still a tub of muscles, same old hat-even smell the same. Great to see you!"…
Breathe No More My Lady:
Three women can make a mess out of a man’s life. The Right One – Michele, the dark-eyed French beauty who looked like she had just stepped out of a European movie. The Wrong One – Wilma, the red-headed temptress who came along at the wrong time with the right invitation. The Dead One – Francine, whose lifeless body was found in a rowboat in the middle of the bay. Ed Lacy’s latest suspense novel is a hard-hitting story of fast-living men and women caught in a web of passion and violence, with a stunning surprise ending.
Go for the Body:
It was my first day in Paris but the feeling was still with me: like I was getting ready to explode, as if my guts were a lit fuse racing up to my brain. Being cooped up gets me that way, although I was camped in a big room in this swank hotel. Twelve bucks a night and it was the best hotel room I’d ever been in. I’d docked at Le Havre the afternoon before, came straight to this fancy joint from Gare St. Lazare, like they told me to. I had a swell suit of clothes, an expensive big suitcase, and looked like ready money-except I had exactly forty-seven bucks on me. All I had to do was wait for a call, yet I was jumpy. I’d promoted a deal with one of the biggest guys in the American fight racket, and I was in Paris to put the cap on it-the deal I’d been sucking around on for over a half year. And when you got to butter up a goon like Slats, your nose is scraping the bottom of a dirty barrel.
Sin in Their Blood:
Murder, Suicide, and Blackmail combine in this super-tough Mystery!
An excerpt from introductory: "It was almost 10 a.m. and starting to warm up as I walked slowly down the main street, stopping every few minutes to rest my light bag. It’s the kind of a street you think about a lot when you’re out of town … and then return and wonder why the hell you ever looked forward to seeing it again. I took in the skyscrapers, the movie houses, the gin mills, the bookie joints that passed as cigar stores, the radio-station tower that disappeared into the blue sky, a modern monument to nothing…
The Men from the Boys:
Marty Bond Was Rotten To The Core A few years back, he had been a famous cop in New York. Not a gentle or an honest cop. But he caught thieves and killers, and he was feared. Fired From The Force He became a house dick in a ratty hotel. He started sliding downhill fast, hitting the bottle pretty hard, procuring, protecting petty rackets. Then His Stepson Stumbled On A Killing and Was Almost Beaten To Death That put Marty back on the side of the cops in fact, if not legally
The Woman Aroused:
The door opened. I didn’t see anybody, but I stepped inside and as the door closed softly, I turned to see her leaning lazily against the door.
She said, “I’m Lee.”
We stared at each other and I was aware of many things – and yet my mind seemed a blank, my thoughts scattered. There was the sharp odor about her and the room – the smell of the unwashed, the unclean. It was all over the incredibly dirty room, but it was especially strong about her. And it excited me, aroused me in a way I hadn’t known for twenty years.
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