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After a brutal day investigating a quadruple homicide, Detective Hoke Moseley settles into his room at the un-illustrious Eldorado Hotel and nurses a glass of brandy. With his guard down, he doesn't think twice when he hears a knock on the door. The next day, he finds himself in the hospital, badly bruised and with his jaw wired shut. He thinks back over ten years of cases, wondering who would want to beat him into unconsciousness, steal his gun and badge, and most importantly, make off with his prized dentures. But the pieces never quite add up to revenge, and the few clues he has keep connecting to a dimwitted hooker, her ex-con boyfriend, and the bizarre murder of a Hare Krishna pimp.Chronically depressed, constantly strapped for money, always willing to bend the rules a bit, Hoke Moseley is hardly what you'd think of as the perfect cop, but he is one of the greatest detective creations of all time.… (más)
Freddy Frenger, Jr., un encantador psicópata de California, acaba de aterrizar en Miami con los bolsillos llenos de tarjetas de crédito robadas y ganas de armarla gorda. Después de una condena en San Quintín, quiere empezar de nuevo en otro estado sin que lo consideren reincidente. En su camino se cruza el sargento Hoke Moseley, un policía con una vida desastrosa, un coche abollado y un aspecto desaliñado, pero implacable en su trabajo. Criminal y policía intuyen que la ciudad no es suficientemente grande para los dos, pero Freddy es quien golpea primero: le roba al sargento su placa, su arma y su dentadura postiza. El duelo está servido.
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Haiku Morning sun stripes cell. Five fingers feel my hard heart. It hurts, hurts, like hell. -F.j.Frenger, Jr.
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For Betsy
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Frederick J. Frenger, Jr., a blithe psychopath from California, asked the flight attendant in first class for another glass of champagne and some writing materials.
Citas
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After a brutal day investigating a quadruple homicide, Detective Hoke Moseley settles into his room at the un-illustrious Eldorado Hotel and nurses a glass of brandy. With his guard down, he doesn't think twice when he hears a knock on the door. The next day, he finds himself in the hospital, badly bruised and with his jaw wired shut. He thinks back over ten years of cases, wondering who would want to beat him into unconsciousness, steal his gun and badge, and most importantly, make off with his prized dentures. But the pieces never quite add up to revenge, and the few clues he has keep connecting to a dimwitted hooker, her ex-con boyfriend, and the bizarre murder of a Hare Krishna pimp.Chronically depressed, constantly strapped for money, always willing to bend the rules a bit, Hoke Moseley is hardly what you'd think of as the perfect cop, but he is one of the greatest detective creations of all time.
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