Three-time loser has finally struck gold—thirty-six pounds of it. But when it turns out to be radioactive, killing all who touch it, he takes desperate measures to strike it rich.
Drunken vagrant and ex-detective Matt Cordell agrees to help an acquaintance solve some petty theft. They stumble upon murder. Looks like Cordell’s got a job to do.
Scuba diver James McGregor is hired to salvage a ship that hasn’t sunk yet. From there, he’s embroiled in dense layers of intrigue, setups and double-crosses.
Freelance film editor Tracy is caught up in a drug-smuggling scheme set up by his old partner. A lot less interesting than that sounds, and twice as predictable.
The last independent casino on the Las Vegas Strip has to hold out against a Syndicate-backed gambler trying to break the house’s bank.
From noted science fiction writer Zelazny, an art smuggler finds his ex-partner dead, and is blackmailed by the CIA to perform a favor in return for a cleared murder charge.
“There were five of them, each prepared to kill, each with his own reasons for accepting what might well be a suicide mission. The pay? $20,000 apiece. The mission? Find a way into Cuba and kill Castro.”
One of the first Cold War-era spy thrillers, a fine little tale of post-war intrigue. It has everything: the Orient Express, Soviets, Bulgarians, OSS operatives, and yes, even Nazis.
Aging screenwriter Jack flees to English Bed & Breakfast to jump-start his career. What sells it is the lust, adultery, and murder in his screenplay paralleling reality.
Hapless New York cabbie gets a hot tip on a winning horse, but somebody offs his bookie before he’s paid. Now he’s looking to collect. Fantastic old romp by Westlake.
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