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.
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broken one of his cardinal rules. Thou Shalt Not Harm a Woman.<br />
There was enough of the father in the son to make him certain that<br />
Danny McCall would move heaven and hell to ensure he was not<br />
found. Joe Klein was a bad man to cross.<br />
‘The police will wish to talk,’ said the Tailor. ‘You must assist<br />
them.’ This, Davie knew, was an order and there was no possibility<br />
of him not obeying. He nodded his agreement as the curtain behind<br />
the old man flipped back and the hulking form of Rab McClymont<br />
loomed over the bed, two small white cups of tea gripped in his<br />
big hands. He was only 21 – just six years older than Davie – but<br />
he looked far more mature, thanks to his size and the heavy beard<br />
darkening his cheeks. His wide jaw and shock of black hair made<br />
him look like a live action version of Desperate Dan.<br />
‘This is the best I could do, boss,’ Rab offered before realising<br />
that Davie’s eyes were open. ‘Fuck – Sleeping Beauty has woken up!’<br />
Joe frowned as he eased the cup from Rab’s hand. ‘You must<br />
moderate your language, Robert. You are not on the street now.’<br />
‘Sorry, Joe,’ Rab sounded chastened but when he winked at<br />
Davie he seemed anything but. All Joe’s boys knew that the boss<br />
loathed foul language, but it never stopped Rab and Davie sometimes<br />
suspected he did it on purpose to goad the old man. ‘You’ve<br />
been out of it for days, Davie son. You want a cuppa tea?’<br />
Davie shook his head. ‘Give us that glass down, though,’ he said.<br />
‘Sure thing,’ said Rab and wrapped his fist around the glass.<br />
‘What’s in it? Medicine?’<br />
‘It is the amber nectar of the gods,’ said the Tailor with a smile.<br />
‘That right?’ Rab raised the glass to his face and sucked on the<br />
straw. ‘Fuck me – it’s fuckin Irn-Bru!’<br />
The old man winced. ‘Robert, you are incorrigible. Give the<br />
glass to David before he dies of thirst.’<br />
‘Sorry, mate – here.’ Rab handed over the glass and Davie took<br />
it with his good hand. He struggled to sit up and Rab put his own<br />
cup on the cabinet top in order to give him surprisingly gentle<br />
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