There was a house across the river. It meant nothing at first. Too many other things were real, thirty one-thousand dollar bills in each of the money belts Trantham and I wore day and night—and Ingram.
She wasn't an ordinary woman – and what he did to her wasn't ordinary, either. A noir classic ripped from the pages of Manhunt (Septempter 1957 issue).
Connors watched the cheap electric clock on the mantel. It was almost nine o’clock in the morning. He lighted a cigarette. His hands were shaking badly. She would leave at nine o’clock. And he would be alone in the apartment. He hadn’t been alone in over twenty years. He hadn’t been out of her presence since she’d met him at the prison gates yesterday…
The most dangerous power you can give someone is the legal right to take a gun and go after their deadliest enemy!
I was bone-tired when I locked the last gas pump, turned off the lights and closed the garage door. It had been a long day. One of an endless number of days.<p> I crossed the concrete apron, got in my jalopy and started the motor. I gave the filling station a last look. It was tired and grubby in the early night. I'd really tried to make a go of it here, but one man can only do so much.<p> All I wanted was to get a hot bath, food, and some sleep. I lived half a mile down the road from the station. The cottage, nestled among some pines, had looked good, like the station, when I’d first brought Helen here. Now, as the headlights swept over it, the cottage looked like the station. A pitiful lot of nothing for a man to break his back over.<p> I parked the crate beside the cottage. When I entered the small, dark house, I got the living hell knocked out of me.
Eddie was too smart for his own good. He cooked up a scheme to collect 25 Grand from a boy's father by rigging a jury and finding the kid innocent. But it's a dog eat dog world out there…
When an old-timer tells the sheriff he found the body of a woman frozen in Lake Poco, the sheriff expresses his doubts. Of course, he's obligated to investigate…no matter where it leads!
Bob could see Pam’s thoughts mirrored in her eyes: Please. Bob. Steve’s a regular guy. He hated to do what he did to you. But he was a cop. He had to.
Nick Ramey, a gangster money handler, finds himself at the wrong end of a bellhop's gun…
When Chat, a boy living in the Bayou,, goes out «Gator Baiting» with his stepfather, he is reluctant, but his abusive «Pa» steamrolls over him.