Sunday, October 6, 2024

the last book I ever read (The Knockout Artist by Harry Crews, excerpt seven)

from The Knockout Artist by Harry Crews:

It took only a moment to go up to Jacques’s apartment and find the .38 revolver. He didn’t even need a light. He unsnapped the suitcase, slipped the .38 out of its holster, and put it behind his belt. He went downstairs and got in the car and headed toward Exposition Boulevard, driving slowly, as calm in his heart as sleep. On the way, he stopped at a twenty-four-hour Eckerd Pharmacy and bought a can of lighter fluid, a large can.



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