Book description
Murder struck first in Hotel Duarte, where Johnny Killain ruled the roost.
Here's Killain, smooth as a ripsaw and gentle as a jackhammer, the
happiest avalanche you'll ever meet, who spends his quiet moments
riding herd on the hoods and hopheads, the hard guys and devilish
dolls of New York's night sight, just a knife's thrown from Times Square.
Trouble's no stranger to Killain; when an out-of-town mob started
making corpses Johnny's room, he began to get annoyed.
Then the boys tagged him for the big fall, and there was only one
thing to do-find the brain and shake his molars loose!
So Killain came to racket-ruled Jefferson, and the boys were there to
welcome him-with clubs, knives, guns, and enough hired muscle to carry
off Grant's Tomb.
When Killain kept coming, the boys turned mean.
They finally forced Killain to run … but they forgot to get out of
his way!
