By David Goodis
From the writer of Dark Passage and Shoot the Piano Player, a mystery in regards to the darkish ethics of crime, and the guy unfortunate adequate to violate them.
With its chilling portrait of a doomed guy sorting his manner one of the perverse loyalties of a felony "family," Black Friday has the entire earmarks of David Goodis's classics, Dark Passage and Shoot the Piano Player. It is a haunting and sometimes devastating foray right into a international the place nobody has whatever left to lose and survival itself is an act of malice.
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Yes, sir. He's on late turn. Busy evening here, Saturday,' he grinned. ' I smiled back, sat down on the bench and waited. After five minutes Lodge came in quickly, peeling off his coat. ' he said to the policeman at the enquiry desk. 'Gentleman here to see you, sir,' said Small, gesturing to me. ' Lodge turned round. I stood up. 'Good evening,' I said. ' Lodge gave me a piercing look but showed no surprise at seeing me. His eyes fell to the neck of my shirt, and his eyebrows rose a fraction.
Sonny had his knife out at Plumpton, too, but he was pinned down by a big heavy man, and didn't get much chance to use it. But I saw his face quite clearly. Peaky you couldn't mistake, with that dark widow's peak growing down his forehead. The other three were all rounded up into the same group at Plumpton. I was waiting to give someone a lift, and I had a long time to look at the taxi-drivers after the fight was over. Bert, the man with the horse, had a black eye today, and the man who held my right arm, whose name I don't know, he had some sticking plaster on his fore head.
Yes, but which faces? ' 'Oh, I see. ' I asked. He narrowed his eyes, thinking, and tugged his moustache. 'One of 'em. Well, there's one nasty-looking chap with sort of slitty eyes. I wouldn't like a ride in his taxi. You'd know him by his hair, I reckon. It grows nearly down to his eyebrows. Rum-looking cove. ' 'I don't want him,' I said. ' He beamed at me. 'There's another one I see sometimes, too. ' 'Thanks a lot,' I said. I gave him a pound note and his beam grew wider. He tucked it into an inside pocket.
Black Friday by David Goodis