By Brett Halliday
Mike Shayne, the guy with a flavor for violence, tackles corruption, greed, brutality, and homicide in an action-packed 24 hours within the Kentucky mining city of Centerville.
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Stopped him. He looked the car over, trying to fix the details in his mind. He was not very good at the years of cars. The wheels showed traces of a white mark which makes sticky ruts on certain minor roads in South Florida. Some vegetation was caught in one of the door hinges. By leaning against the car and clinging to that hinge, he was able to remove a sample of the vegetation. Hedge or driveway shrubbery, he thought. He shifted his position and put it in his pocket. The sound of upholstery being rent by a knife came from the coupe.
Oh, I see. " "You ought to get out more, Burke," MacFalkland said. "Rode by your lecture hall yesterday. Heard you droning away. " He strode away, waving heartily at people here and there in the room. Professor Burke sagged. MacFalkland was, after all, a natural leader--the sort of man who should head up a department. "He's a friend of Daddy's," Miss Macey said uncomfortably. " "Yes. Mac--Professor MacFalkland--works with Daddy on several things. " The luncheon regressed into a rather ordinary professor-student meal.
Hello," she said. " This was a mild deceit for he was meant to presume the questions referred to his science. He said, "I was just about to have lunch. Perhaps. . " Professor Burke did not, as a rule, dine with students. Their "gay banter" seemed, to him, insufferable twaddle. Miss Macey, being somewhat older, might be looked upon as an exception. The tearoom smelled like the hot raisins in its infinitudes of muffins-a large chamber with oak pillars where the waitresses were semicostumed in starched, colored aprons.
A Taste for Violence (Michael Shayne, Book 17) by Brett Halliday