toward the group, so Mike turned back to the work in front of him.
There was a look of stern reproach on his wide, flat face. Big Mike was a moral and straight-laced man, in spite of a weakness for playing the horses and an even greater weakness for over excess in eating. Sixty years old, a good Catholic and the father of a teen-aged daughter, he highly disapproved of the younger generation. Particularly that segment of it he saw each day lined up at the bar in front of himself.
Automatically he picked up a handful of used glasses from the bar and went back to thinking of money. Once more he thought of that vast sum--a million, perhaps even two million dollars. And then, from the money, his mind went to Johnny Clay.
Johnny Clay was a good boy. In spite of the four years in prison, in spite of his criminal record and everything else, Johnny was still a good boy. Mike's vanity had been very pleased when Johnny had remembered him from the old days and had looked him up, once he was out of pr
Good pulp crime story. The ending was somewhat of a disappointment, it seemed rushed and not up to the quality of the earlier chapters. A disruptive edit problem - there is some out of sequence text (George worrying about his wife) inserted where Johnny and Tex meet at a bar.
A real page turner. Like all good pulp fiction, there are no real heroes - just varying shades of villains, hoods, weak-willed scumbags and gun molls. There are a few annoying edit problems, but this book is well worth the time.
Pretty gripping tale of a robbery heist. Stanley Kubrick's "The Killing" is based on this book.
