By Lawrence Block, Joe Barrett, Inc. Blackstone Audio
Twelve years in the past, Matthew Scudder lied to a jury to place James Leo Motley at the back of bars. Now the inventive psychopath is unfastened. And the alcoholic ex-cop-turned-p.i. needs to pay dearly for his sins. acquaintances and previous fans -- even strangers unlucky sufficient to percentage Scudder's identify -- are turning up lifeless. simply because a vengeful maniac is decided to not relaxation till he is pushed his nemesis again to the bottle...and then to the boneyard.
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Extra resources for A Ticket To The Boneyard: A Matthew Scudder Crime Novel
So I don’t have to tell you how hard it is to make an assault charge stand up when the complainant is a prostitute. Let alone rape or A TICKET TO THE BONEYARD 43 sodomy. ” “I don’t expect a pickup order’s going to accomplish anything, anyway. ” “A little bit. He’s probably in another midtown flophouse or living with a woman, and either way he’ll be hard to find. I just want her complaint on file. ” “Got it,” he said. “Well, no problem, then. ” I called Anita and told her I’d be staying in the city around the clock for the next few days.
I couldn’t have shot him anyway; he had Elaine positioned between us, and his fingers looked to be digging into her flesh. If she was in pain, I don’t think she was aware of it. All that showed in her face was a mix of fear and despair. Gun in hand, I angled forward and to my right. I was getting closer to him, but moving to put the coffee table between us. It was a flattened cube, of plywood I suppose, clad in white Formica. As I walked, I said, “I got to hand it to you, you made me look stupid.
Elaine: I just wondered. Motley: Do you want me to come over? Elaine: Well, I’m all alone. It’s sort of lonesome here. Motley: You could go out. Elaine: I haven’t felt like it. Motley: No, you’ve been staying home all the time, haven’t you? Are you afraid to go out? Elaine: I guess so. Motley: What are you afraid of? Elaine: I don’t know. Motley: Speak up. I can’t hear you. Elaine: I said I don’t know what I’m afraid of. Motley: Are you afraid of me? Elaine: Yes. Motley: That’s good. I’m glad to hear that.