โ Scribed by Denis Johnson
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Think Reservoir Dogs or Cormac McCarthy's No Country for Old Men. Think Raymond Chandler and James Ellroy (Lionel Shriver, Daily Telegraph)
Jimmy Luntz owes money to a man called Juarez. Trouble is, Juarez isn't the most patient of men. And when he gets bored of waiting, he sends someone round to collect. Luntz doesn't actually plan to shoot the guy, but the way he sees it, it's shoot or be shot. Either way, though, Luntz is out of his league, and he knows it: nobody messes with Juarez - or, at least, nobody messes with Juarez and lives to tell the tale. Against all the odds, however, it seems that somebody up there is looking out for Luntz, if only he can keep his cool.
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