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280 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1986
So fuck 'em all except six, and save them for the pallbearers.
[Lloyd] imagined himself squeezing Likable Louie's fat neck until either his brains or three names popped out.
Driving home, [Lloyd] got his usual post-burglary shakes, followed by his usual post-B&E knowledge: crime was a thrill.
Seeing no fed units, he grabbed his forged search warrant and Ithaca pump, ran across the street and knocked on the door of the built-on house.
Still looking at the door, Lloyd knew that it meant ending the night earning McManus' "necrophile" tag, desecrating a corpse, then crawling in the dirt.
Feeling his blurred focus gain another notch of clarity, Lloyd said, "Tell me about Steven Gaffaney."