She was a raving beauty – and Jander’s last desperate hope on a beach of violence…
“I tell you, he’s just a fool,” the girl argued. “He can’t do us any harm.”
“He’s got a mouth, ain’t he?”
That’s how it started for Calvin Jander – his lings bursting, two blurred faces peering down at him on the floor of a lonely New Jersey beach shack.
Just don’t panic, Jander told himself – you cramped up swimming and they rescued you, didn’t they? They’ll talk it out, see you don’t give a damn who they are or what they did. Because you really don’t.
Then the door opened and the leader of the gang walked in. “What’ve you got here, a drowning rat? For chrissakes, finish him off…”
Paperback original first edition of Goodis‘ final novel. Cover uncredited.
I had no idea who Goodis was when I bought this years ago but, after reading it, decided it certainly wouldn’t hurt to look for more.