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Opis ebooka The Lonely Hunter - Collin Wilcox

In the underworld of San Francisco, a broken cop searches for his daughter. Seven years ago, Frank Hastings quit on his family. After a half-baked pro football career, he had fallen in love with the bottle and needed to go west. In San Francisco, he got sober, and now he's one of the toughest police officers around, in a city whose counterculture does not make life easy for the men in blue. San Francisco in 1969 is an ugly place, torn apart by drugs and crime and indifference - and it's about to destroy Hastings' daughter. Claudia comes to town following a boy, a hippie kid who has filled her head with dreams of psychedelic happiness in Haight-Ashbury - and she quickly vanishes into the district's rainbow-colored underbelly. To find the daughter he abandoned, Hastings will push himself closer to the edge than he has in years. His first lead is a gruesome one - a young male flower child slaughtered in the Haight - but the bloody trail may lead to Claudia.

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Contents

Cover

About the Book

About the Author

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

SEVENTEEN

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About the Book

In the underworld of San Francisco, a broken cop searches for his daughter.

Seven years ago, Frank Hastings quit on his family. After a half-baked pro football career, he had fallen in love with the bottle and needed to go west. In San Francisco, he got sober, and now he’s one of the toughest police officers around, in a city whose counterculture does not make life easy for the men in blue. San Francisco in 1969 is an ugly place, torn apart by drugs and crime and indifference - and it’s about to destroy Hastings’s daughter.

Claudia comes to town following a boy, a hippie kid who has filled her head with dreams of psychedelic happiness in Haight-Ashbury - and she quickly vanishes into the district’s rainbow-colored underbelly. To find the daughter he abandoned, Hastings will push himself closer to the edge than he has in years. His first lead is a gruesome one - a young male flower child slaughtered in the Haight - but the bloody trail may lead to Claudia.

About the Author

Collin Wilcox (1924–1996) was an American author of mystery fiction. Born in Detroit, he set most of his work in San Francisco, beginning with 1967’s The Black Door - a noir thriller starring a crime reporter with extrasensory perception. Under the pen name Carter Wick, he published several standalone mysteries including The Faceless Man (1975) and Dark House, Dark Road (1982), but he found his greatest success under his own name, with the celebrated Frank Hastings series.

The Lonely Hunter

A Lt. Hastings Mystery

Collin Wilcox

 

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Copyright © 2013 by The Mysterious Press, LLC, 58 Warren Street, New York, NY. U.S.A.

 

Copyright © 1969 by Collin Wilcox

 

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

This book is dedicated to JEFF

ONE

I WATCHED THEM LIFT the stretcher, then walk leisurely through the open door. The hallway outside was narrow—crowded with spectators, reporters and uniformed patrolmen. As the two coroner’s men manoeuvred the stretcher in the narrow passageway, an arm fell from beneath the grey woollen blanket, loosely dangling.

My notebook lay before me on the expensive capa shell coffee table, together with my hat, my ballpoint pen, my cigarettes and matches. We’d been there for more than an hour, waiting for the lab men, the photographers and the medical men to finish. Now, in the corridor outside, I could hear impatient voices followed, by a knock.

“Tell those reporters,” I said to Carruthers, “that they’d better quiet down, if they ever want to get in here for a look. And tell them that I’m not going to give them a thing. They have to talk to the Captain, downtown. And they know it.”

I looked over the three pages of notes I’d already taken. Then, settling back on the sofa I took a long moment to study the suspect. He was sitting directly across the elaborate table from me. We’d put him on an uncomfortable side chair. He sat hugging himself, with his knees pressed tightly together and his stockinged feet crossed one over the other, like children sometimes sit. He was twisted in the chair, his eyes fixed on the door. I saw him swallow once, then again. The cords of his neck were drawn tight beneath his pale, unhealthy-looking skin. His thin, lank blond hair was tousled, his complexion pimpled and splotched. In profile, his nose was too long, his chin too slight and his lips too slack. His pale blue cashmere sweater was blood-soaked down the front; flecks of blood spotted his fawn gabardine trousers. I wondered what he was thinking.

“How old are you, Ramsey?” I asked abruptly.

He didn’t respond; he still stared at the door. With the tip of his tongue he was rapidly circling his pale lips.

I slammed the flat of my hand down hard on the table. He blinked, then turned vaguely to face me.

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