"The bar was a Fifty-second Street dive, full of small-time narcotic hustlers, marihuana smoke, and north-side thug disciples celebrating the holiday. It was the kind of place that Rocca might visit. It was also the kind of place that Owl Eyes Eddy visited. Eddy came in like a dog smelling a fire hydrant, sorting out the crowd through his new dark glasses. Mongo came out of the marihuana smoke beside him before he could get a good look at everybody. Mongo took him by the arm and smiled into the glasses.'Listen real good, baby,' Mongo told him. 'Walk out of here ahead of me. And if you open your mouth, I'm going to gut-shoot you.'"
Mongo's Back in Town
by E. Richard Johnson
(Harper & Row, 1969)
For some reason I didn't like this book. Everything just seemed so... remote.
ReplyDeleteI liked it quite a lot.
ReplyDelete"That spook didn't really kill you with that dinky little whore's gun, did he?"