“Your ex has no idea I’m here. As far as she knows, she won those tickets fair and square.”
“What the fuck is this about, then?”
“I have some questions for you. You’re going to answer them.”
“Is that so.” Sal’s eyebrows raised in disbelief.
“You might not believe it, but yes.”
“Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Last year, you and your people sent a man to kill me. I took it personally-and I’m not the kind to turn the other cheek. Call it a character flaw.”
Sal went pale. His heart thudded in his chest. Suddenly, he wished to hell he kept a piece in the guest room, but he didn’t, because that might tip anyone who searched it that there was more to this room than there appeared.
“I don’t…how did you find me?”
“It’s a long story.”
“Bottom-line it for me, then.”
“Okay.” Hendricks smiled. “Frank Segreti says hello.”
Acknowledgments
I’m incredibly fortunate to have some of the finest folks in publishing in my corner. Chief among them are my agent, David Gernert, and my editor, Joshua Kendall, who helped shape this book into the best version of itself. Thanks, gents. I owe you big-time.
Special thanks to Ellen Goodson, Anna Worrall, and the rest of the Gernert Company team; Pamela Brown, Sabrina Callahan, Betsy Uhrig, and everyone at Mulholland/Little, Brown; Sylvie Rabineau of RWSG Literary Agency; and Tracy Roe.
Thanks also to Steve Weddle, at whose urging Michael Hendricks was created; my family-Burns, Holm, and Niidas-for foisting my books on anyone within reach; and the crime-fiction community, who’ve embraced me as their own at every turn.
My deepest gratitude is reserved for my wife, Katrina. Without her unwavering love and support, Lord knows where-or who-I’d be.
About the Author
Chris Holm is the author of The Killing Kind, the first novel to feature Michael Hendricks, and of the Collector trilogy, which blends fantasy with old-fashioned crime pulp. He is also an award-winning short-story writer whose work has appeared in a number of magazines and anthologies. Holm lives in Portland, Maine.
