A hardboiled detective investigates strange, cruel attacks on his associates and lovers.
(from The Collected Short Fiction of Bruce Jay Friedman)
They found her body in locker three hundred fifty-seven at Jack La Lanne’s Gym and Health Spa on East Fifty-fifth Street. Also in lockers three hundred fifty-eight through three hundred sixty-one.
Awesome story. A fast-paced, dry-witted, twisting detective caper, but, I want to say darker or more inventive but I really have no experience with the genre, the hardboiled genre where everything is hardboiled. Hooray from nonstop quips and dark observations and grim gritty murder.
Much thanks to Trey Popp for lending me this book.