Blackjack

Just before daylight, a Chicago cop stared through the windshield of his cruiser. “Holy Jumping Jesus Christ! I’ve been on the force since before you were born, kid. And I’ve never seen anything like … that.”

Both the retirement-age sergeant and the rookie sitting next to him were staring at bodies draped over a row of identical dark blue sedans. Each body had been skinned, graphically displaying that all were missing large bones, from femurs to skulls.

Neither cop noticed the city-camo shark as it slipped past the scene. Running without headlights, it looked more like a shifting shadow than a car.

Inside that shark, Buddha said, “Someone got to him first, boss.”


“Vachss effectively channels Predator and Rambo in this heated blend of fantasy and machismo in the urban jungle.”
Publishers Weekly

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