Brad Dolan is hunting killers — The woman is hunting Dolan — They are both getting warmer! — In this mid-century noir classic!
“Fuller, like John D. MacDonald, Harry Whittington, Charles Williams, Day Keene, and many others from that era, can flat-out write. Brad Dolan is a very engaging narrator/protagonist, smart, well-read, almost poetic at times, and plenty tough when he needs to be. The pace is actually fairly leisurely and the book doesn’t completely kick in right away, but getting there is still a nice ride before an even better build-up of genuine suspense.” —James M. Reasoner in Rough Edges
Brad Dolan is on a wild and lushly overgrown chunk of earth dotted among the Ten Thousand Islands just off the Florida Everglades. The ex-marine war vet is down here after a violent, deadly hunt through Miami’s plush sucker traps. He’s trailing the men who put a hole in his best friend . . . and he’s getting closer.
Dolan’s not very popular on the Ten Thousand Islands, except with a local girl who’s been around enough to know better.
She wore ragged sneakers, faded jeans which clung to the lush curves of her hips, and a frayed white shirt boldly outlining her ripe young body. She might have been twenty—certainly no more—but no man living could think of her as anything but a woman. Brad Dolan was no exception.
But there was something else Dolan thought of when he looked at her. He wondered how much the local talent knew about the murder of Jake McHenry. He was not very popular with the men he was hunting. They figured if Dolan missed his dead friend so much, maybe it was time Dolan joined him.
“Sensational … The novel opens with Dolan in Manhattan and bored stiff. To do a buddy a favor he moves to the Florida keys where he meets a lonely blonde in a swimming pool. He gets roughed up by the blonde’s partners in crime, takes an all-night taxi ride to a forlorn hunk of sand, and finds love and violence awaiting him. May be America’s top author of hair-on-the-chest fiction.” —Kingsport (Tennessee) Times
“A well written story startling for its characterization.” —Pasadena (California) Independent
