"..I'll start with rebreaking your goddamn leg, then see where inspiration takes me."This was the second Spillane novel released after his death, finished up by longtime friend Collins. It was supposedly based off an unfinished manuscript from the '60s but some of the language, banter and slang makes the Collins edit obvious.
I took Velda by the arm and guided her away, though she did smile back pleasantly at him and say, "I wish I could tell you he's all talk..."
The fearless and gritty P.I. Mike Hammer chalks up two more kills in the opening sequence after rescuing a teenage delivery boy from an attack by a trio of strung out druggies.
It seemed like that scene would have nothing to do with the overall story but we quickly find out that is not the case. It seems that the delivery boy, Billy Blue, works at a local hospital and has become somewhat of a surrogate son to a doctor there. Said doctor suffered the loss of his son (and wife) due to a heart attack at a young age. It is later revealed that the son died of a drug overdose.
Blue seems like kind of a wimp but he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. A picture is painted of a local drug war between the mob, a splinter faction of the mob and a mysterious third party. The streets are dry of hard drugs and all the junkies are in need of a fix.
Hammer finds himself on the receiving end of several attempted hits and spends the early part of the novel trying to figure out why. Obviously, it is because he is meddling (much to the chagrin of his cop buddy Pat Chambers). The proverbial "big bang" is a shipment of heroin that is rumored to be hitting town any minute now.
A plethora of interesting characters litter the story, including a blonde dame at a local ceramics store and a couple of T-Men looking to capitalize on Hammer's investigative work.
Like all Hammer novels, everyone is a suspect except his lover and receptionist Velda. The ultimate goal is finding out the time and location of the H shipment.
Speaking of Velda, the interaction between her and Hammer would have been pretty risque had this actually been released in the 60s. The frequent innuendo and sexuality in these pages seemed a bit much, especially lingo such as "balled" which I guaran-damn-tee no one ever used before the 1990s.
The first 2/3 of the novel was pretty slow and boring. I kept putting it down. Thankfully, business picked up in the end and Spillane and/or Collins provided some stellar violence and dramatics (including Hammer experiencing an acid trip). None of these posthumous Spillane novels could recapture something like I, The Jury but it'll do.
C+
