"My fist hit him and the scream died as a gurgle in his throat. I hit him again and felt the jar wrench my shoulder. He slid down the wall like a punctured bag of sand and I kicked him in the face."
MAX RAVEN's a Chicago P.I., still smarting from a divorce, who falls -- but hard -- for his client, Naomi Cain, the young, beautiful, lusty wife of an elderly millionaire. Seems someone's threatening to toss around some pornographic photos she once posed for.
Excellent one-shot. A lost classic. Really!
The author, as far as I can tell, never wrote another P.I. novel. He was evidently a fairly accomplished painter so maybe his interests lay elsewhere, but it's still regrettable he never wrote more, because this book was really something special, a tough, violent read with some great lines,appealingly flawed and emotonally honest characters and a plot that, even now, seems fresh and innovative.
Oh, and the O.G. stood for Orwin Gaylord. No wonder he used his initials.
Respectfully submitted by Kevin Burton Smith.
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