Italy and shot the deserter?â
Harry didnât say anything, staring at her.
âYou already told me about it.â
âCome on. When?â
âWe were having drinks at the Cardozo, outside, not long after we started seeing each other again. You said it the same way you did just now, like youâre going to tell me a secret. Thatâs why I knew. Only I donât think you said anything about making a decision.â
Riding the Rap (1995)
Now that his momâs gravy train has derailed, gambling, debt-ridden Palm Beach playboy Warren âChipâ Ganz has decided to take somebody rich hostage â with the help of a Bahamian ex-con, a psycho gardener/enforcer, and the beautiful, if underfed, psychic Reverend Dawn. The trouble is they choose bookmaker Harry Arno as their victim, and Harry can scam with the best. The BIG trouble is ace manhunter U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens is sleeping with Harryâs ex-exotic dancer ex-girlfriend, and Joyce wants Harry found. And since nearly everyone has guns, locating and springing the captive bookie most probably canât happen without some measure of lethal difficulty.
Washington Post : âLeonard remains the uncontested master of the crime thriller. This latest one, ranking up there with his best, secures his hold on the title.â
From the novel:
Ocala Police picked up Dale Crowe Junior for weaving, two oâclock in the morning, crossing the center line and having a busted taillight. Then while Dale was blowing a point-one-nine they put his name and dateof birth into the national crime computer and learned he was a fugitive felon, wanted on a three-year-old charge of Unlawful Flight to Avoid Incarceration. A few days later Raylan Givens, with the Marshal Service, came up from Palm Beach County to take Dale back and the Ocala Police wondered about Raylan.
How come if he was a federal officer and Dale Crowe Junior was wanted on a state charge. . . He told them he was with FAST, the Fugitive Apprehension Strike Team, assigned to the Sheriffâs Office in West Palm. And that was pretty much all the marshal said. They wondered too, since he was alone, how heâd be able to drive and keep an eye on his prisoner. Dale Crowe Junior had been convicted of a third-degree five-year felony, Battery of a Police Officer, and was looking at additional time on the fugitive warrant. Dale Junior might feel he had nothing to lose on the trip south. He was a rangy kid with the build of a college athlete, bigger than the marshal in his blue suit and cowboy boots â the marshal calm though, not appearing to be the least apprehensive. He said the West Palm strike team was shorthanded at the moment, the reason he was alone, but believed he would manage.
Out of Sight (1996)
Jack Foley was busting out of Floridaâs Glades Prison when he ran head-on into Karen Sisco with a shotgun. Suddenly the world-class gentleman felon was sharing a cramped car trunk with a disarmed federal marshal â whose Chanel suit cost more than the take from Foleyâs last bank job â and the chemistry was working overtime. Hereâs a lady Jack could fall for in a big way, if she werenât a dedicated representative of the law that he breaks for a living. And as soon as she escapes, heâs already missing her. But there are some seriously bad men and a major score waiting for Jack in Motown. And thereâs a good chance that when his path crosses Karenâs again, sheâs going to be there for business, not pleasure.
New York Daily News : âCool and fun. . . . A sly romance about the missed connections of life, which is also a hell of a comedy crime caper with a fine cast of sociopaths, misfits, and losers.â
From the novel:
From the covered crawl space beneath the prison chapel to the grass just beyond the razor wire perimeter fence. They had been digging since beforeChristmas with their hands and a broken shovel, using