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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assistance. Davie nodded his thanks before he drained some more<br />
of the liquid and looked at the Tailor.<br />
‘Where do I go from here?’<br />
‘You will remain here until the doctors say you are fit to leave,’<br />
Joe answered. ‘Your arm is broken, your skull fractured.’<br />
‘Aye, you’re well fucked up, Davie,’ said Rab, then turned to the<br />
old man who was glaring at him from the chair. ‘Sorry, Joe.’<br />
‘And then…?’ Davie asked.<br />
‘Your auntie – your mother’s sister. With her you will stay. But<br />
you are my responsibility now.’<br />
Davie nodded, drank a little more and said, ‘When?’<br />
‘A little while only. You must get better.’<br />
Davie lay back on the pillows Rab had helped prop up and<br />
looked out of the window, its surface speckled with rain. The dark<br />
grey city stretched out beneath an iron sky. Cars moved down<br />
Castle Street towards High Street and further on he could see the<br />
top of the Tollbooth Steeple at Glasgow Cross. He stared at the<br />
serrated edge of the city skyline etched against the dark clouds. The<br />
Tailor had said he must get better, but Davie seriously doubted he<br />
ever would. At only 15 years old, Davie McCall knew there was<br />
darkness within him with which he would have to come to terms.<br />
And that prospect scared the hell out of him.<br />
2<br />
january 1978<br />
Frank Donovan felt the cold seeping first through his black coat,<br />
then his thick uniform and finally his flesh to settle in his bones.<br />
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