McHUGH's BACK, DRUNK AND LOCKED DEEP IN JAIL WHILE THE CLOCK TICKS DOWN TO DOOMSDAY!
Someone is planning an international incident that would set off a revolution in one of the U.S.'s closest South of the Border allies, plus provoke a shooting war between the U.S. and Mexico – and it's up to McHugh, the two-fisted secret agent who always travels with a briefcase containing a fifth of Scotch and a .45, to stop it.
McHugh is built of muscle, brain and go-to-hell guts, and he answers only to a Pentagon general – who answers only to himself. Now McHugh is in Ajijic, Mexico. Assignment: retrieve a couple of AWOL Navy fly-boys, who have defected to the enemy and stolen a top secret jet fighter strictly CoD. Add a hacienda bristling with Tommy guns, an idealistic politician who only want's to conquer Mexico to save it, garnish with an alluring brunette, an incendiary blonde, and a bevy of Russian spies – and you've got McHugh's favorite dish – trouble.
"McHugh, the two-fisted Irish-American James Bond, blithely brawls and blusters his way through dizzy plot-swirls, drinking prodigious amounts of booze, trading quips with his fellow agent, Bud Chapman, and his boss, General Burton Harts, and has more problems than sack time with bevies of good and bad women. …A good deal of energy, plus plenty of sly humor, breakneck pacing, and some lean, evocative writing." –Bill Pronzini
"A nod to the hard-nosed detectives of the 40s and 50s, moving with the times to the jet-setting troubleshooting secret agent. And does so beautifully. There is little wasted time and no slow spots as Mr. Flynn keeps things happening. I really, really like McHugh" –Spy Guys and Gals
"Old time action and intrigue. Enjoyable." -Goodreads