Book description
He was a heel . . . a blue-blood gone bad, a low-brow with class, a bum
with an income. He liked low-slung cars and top-heavy girls, and he took
his pleasure where he found it. He was the consort of bookies,
dope-peddlers, crooks; the buddy of has-beens, tough guys, and junkies.
He dreamed the big dream, but played it small . . . free wheeling it
down hill all the way, with a crack-up-and murder-at the bottom. Too
many slow horses, too many fast women, and finally, one loaded
cigarette; and after that . . . trouble: a woman who wouldn't stay, a
dead man's face that wouldn't go away, and an alibi that wouldn't stick
. . .
