Sean Chercover’s Big City, Bad Blood is the best detective novel you will read this year. Chercover delivers the goods - as real, bloody and in-your-face as only a former private eye can.
The author’s very tangible detective, Ray Dudgeon, leaps from the pages, shoves a gun in your face and demands attention. Ray is to crime fiction what Daniel Craig is to James Bond: cocky, unpredictable, tender-hearted, unscrupulous, lean and mean.
Ray’s business and love life are doing just fine -until he meets Bob Loniski. Bob’s a location scout with Continental Pictures in Hollywood. While checking sites for a new action picture in Chicago (Ray’s home turf), Bob and other renters get taken by a dirty landlord who has suspected ties to the Chicago Outfit.
Bob is asked to be a witness for the prosecution. When a fellow renter turns up dead, Bob realizes he needs protection.
