Book description
When a wolf leaves the pack, he lives only as long as he can kill by
himself quicker and surer than any pack he runs up against. Meet a man
beyond either forgiveness or vengeance. Meet the Man they Call The
Lone Wolf. Better meet him now. The way he lives, he can't live much longer.
After the bloody business up in Harlem, when the turf blew wide open
and the world seemed to end in flames, Wulff was taken into protective
custody. It was O. K.: it wasn't his first time in jail. Not nearly,
not in a life like Wulff's. At least the accommodations were clean and
the meals regular, what more could a man like Wulff ask after they
smashed his fiancée and made his life a burnt-out cinder?
But Wulff wasn't even safe in prison. So he forced his way out-it's
safer when you're on the run. Always going where the trouble is, he
made his way to Detroit, that chrome city that turns out such shiny
cars. The trouble was that the cars were coming off the conveyor belt
with uncut junk in their innards. And even more troublesome was the
fact that Wulff knew all of it.
