“If Vincent Russo hadn’t come knocking on your window that night, he wouldn’t have met up with Smith—” “His name was really John Smith?” “I’ve got no idea,” McGrady said. “And I doubt I ever will. But what I meant was, it’s funny. How things work out. All the little turning points.”
One of my few reservations, some of the turning points a bit too contrived. That and the women are somewhat idealized. But a fine novel, nonetheless. Very authentic too time, place and people. Excellent with small detail which enriches the tale.
