Book description
Brady Jordan wasn't hired to fall in love. He was hired to make a pass
at a strawberry blonde and be the evidence in a divorce set-up that her
husband badly needed. So when he started getting the usual human twinges
he expected something to go wrong. And that Californian evening, when he
stepped on the verandah and sniffed the marijuana and found the corpse
of a body that should have been live and warm, he knew it had. Donald
MacKenzie was born in Ontario, Canada, and educated in England, Canada
and Switzerland. For twenty-five years MacKenzie lived by crime in many
countries. 'I went to jail,' he wrote, 'if not with depressing
regularity, too often for my liking.' His last sentences were five years
in the United States and three years in England, running consecutively.
He began writing and selling stories when in American jail. 'I try to do
exactly as I like as often as possible and I don't think I'm either
psychopathic, a wayward boy, a problem of our time, a charming rogue. Or
ever was.'
He had a wife, Estrela, and a daughter, and they divided their time
between England, Portugal, Spain and Austria.
