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Fiction.
Literature.
Mystery.
Thriller.
He came to England to rest. He calls himself Michael Shaeffer, says he's a retired American businessman. He goes to the races, dates a kinky aristocrat, and sleeps with dozens of weapons. Ten years ago it was different. Then, he was the Butcher's Boy, the highly skilled mob hit man who pulled a slaughter job on some double-crossing clients and started a mob war. Ever since, there's been a price on his head. Now, after a decade, they've found him. The Butcher's Boy escapes back to the States with more reasons to kill. Until the odds turn terrifyingly against him...until the Mafia, the cops, the FBI, and the damn Justice Department want his hide...until he's locked into a cross-country odyssey of fear and death that could tear his world to pieces.… (más)
Segunda de la saga the butcher s boy disfruta su retiro en Inglaterra cuando un mafioso de paso lo reconoce y pretende cobrar el premio. Ello lo lleva a una carrera por tratar de evitar que su cobertura sea descubierta. Y empiezan a sucederse los crímenes y los malos entendidos que generan más crímenes. El FBI lo persigue, la mafia lo persigue y la única manera de escapar es una fuga hacia adelante y más muertes ( )
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"At my coming back, I shot at a great bird which I saw sitting upon a tree on the side of a great wood. I believe it was the first gun that had been fired there since the creation of the world. I had no sooner fired, but from all the parts of the wood there arose an innumerable number of fowls of many sorts, making a confused screaming, and crying, every one according to his usual note; but not one of them of any kind that I knew. As for the creature i killed, I took it to be a kind of a hawk, its color and beak resembling it, but had no talons or claws more than common; its flesh was carrion, and fit for nothing."
--Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe
Dedicatoria
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For Alix
with thanks to Jo
and the Leschers
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on August 14 at three in the afternoon, Michael Schaeffer noticed a small poster on a board inside the front window of a small teahouse.
Citas
Últimas palabras
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Then with the sun making the bright silks on the horses and jockeys glow, and the birds singing -- they were sure as hell singing today, so they probably had been then too -- he had started feeling lucky.
Fiction.
Literature.
Mystery.
Thriller.
He came to England to rest. He calls himself Michael Shaeffer, says he's a retired American businessman. He goes to the races, dates a kinky aristocrat, and sleeps with dozens of weapons. Ten years ago it was different. Then, he was the Butcher's Boy, the highly skilled mob hit man who pulled a slaughter job on some double-crossing clients and started a mob war. Ever since, there's been a price on his head. Now, after a decade, they've found him. The Butcher's Boy escapes back to the States with more reasons to kill. Until the odds turn terrifyingly against him...until the Mafia, the cops, the FBI, and the damn Justice Department want his hide...until he's locked into a cross-country odyssey of fear and death that could tear his world to pieces.
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