Blood City by Douglas Skelton sampler
Meet Davie McCall – not your average henchman. Abused and tormented by his father for fifteen years, there is a darkness in him searching for a way out. Under the wing of Glasgow’s Godfather, Joe ‘the Tailor’ Klein, he flourishes. Joe the Tailor may be a killer, but there are some lines he won’t cross, and Davie agrees with his strict moral code. He doesn’t like drugs. He won’t condone foul language. He abhors violence against women. When the Tailor refuses to be part of Glasgow’s new drug trade, the hits start rolling. It’s every man for himself as the entire criminal underworld turns on itself, and Davie is well and truly caught up in the action. But an attractive young reporter makes him wonder if he can leave his life of crime behind and Davie must learn the hard way that you cannot change what you are. Blood City is a novel set in Glasgow’s underworld at a time when it was undergoing a seismic shift. A tale of violence, corruption and betrayal, loyalties will be tested and friendships torn apart.
Meet Davie McCall – not your average henchman. Abused and tormented by his father for fifteen years, there is a darkness in him searching for a way out. Under the wing of Glasgow’s Godfather, Joe ‘the Tailor’ Klein, he flourishes.
Joe the Tailor may be a killer, but there are some lines he won’t cross, and Davie agrees with his strict moral code. He doesn’t like drugs. He won’t condone foul language. He abhors violence against women. When the Tailor refuses to be part of Glasgow’s new drug trade, the hits start rolling. It’s every man for himself as the entire criminal underworld turns on itself, and Davie is well and truly caught up in the action.
But an attractive young reporter makes him wonder if he can leave his life of crime behind and Davie must learn the hard way that you cannot change what you are. Blood City is a novel set in Glasgow’s underworld at a time when it was undergoing a seismic shift. A tale of violence, corruption and betrayal, loyalties will be tested and friendships torn apart.
- No tags were found...
You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
douglas skelton<br />
body unwilling to obey. The Tailor reached out and placed a hand<br />
gently on his shoulder. ‘It is best that you remain as you are,’ he<br />
said. Davie looked at the hand, at the ring that sparkled on the<br />
pinkie, and beyond that his own right arm, encased in plaster. He<br />
raised his left hand to his forehead and felt the bandages encasing<br />
the top of his head.<br />
‘We almost lost you,’ said Joe, settling back again. ‘Do you<br />
remember what happened?’<br />
‘Yes.’ Davie’s voice rasped and for the first time he realised how<br />
dry his lips were. He tried to lick them but his tongue was cracked<br />
and barren of moisture. The Tailor nodded and leaned forward with<br />
a glass of amber fluid with a straw. He placed the straw between<br />
Davie’s lips and said, ‘You must drink. They have left water but<br />
this is better.’ The delicate scent of the old man’s cologne was comforting<br />
as Davie sucked on the straw and felt the fizzy liquid bite at<br />
his tongue and throat. ‘The Irn-Bru,’ said Joe, smiling again. ‘The<br />
bringer of life.’ Davie drained a strawfull. Joe replaced the glass on<br />
the cabinet and sat down again. He shook the folds of his coat until<br />
they hung correctly then draped his leg over his knee once more<br />
before letting his hands resume their clasped position.<br />
‘Where is he?’ Joe didn’t need to ask who Davie meant, for he<br />
had expected the question.<br />
‘They do not know,’ he replied. ‘He has vanished.’ Davie nodded,<br />
knowing instinctively that his father would not have allowed himself<br />
to be caught. ‘He came to me, after,’ said Joe. ‘I phoned the<br />
police myself. That kind of behaviour must not be tolerated. They<br />
will catch him, or we will, sooner or later.’ Davie knew the old man<br />
meant what he said, but doubted that his father would ever allow<br />
himself to be caught. He knew Danny McCall too well. A madman<br />
he may have been – Davie still recalled something not of this world<br />
glinting in his father’s eye that night – but Danny McCall would<br />
have been aware that he had crossed a line. It wasn’t just the Law<br />
that sought him now, but Joe ‘The Tailor’ Klein as well, for he had<br />
10
Change language