“Where’s
my truck?”
They turned and found themselves facing a bullet head on an ICBM body
lumpily stuffed into a black shirt and a brown suit. It was as though King Kong were making a
break for it, hoping to smuggle himself back to his island disguised as a human
being. And, just to make the picture
complete, this marvel carried over his shoulder half a cow; half a naked cow,
without its fur or head.
“Tiny!” Dortmunder said inaccurately.
“We’re looking for you!”
(from Drowned
Hopes by Donald E. Westlake)
8*/10. The complete review is here.
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