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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douglas skelton<br />
The young man came to a halt about three feet away from<br />
them. He suddenly looked nervous. He glanced from one officer to<br />
the other, his eyes widening behind a pair of round, John Lennon<br />
glasses. There was a slight catch in his voice as he asked, ‘Why do<br />
you want to know my name?’<br />
Knight shrugged. ‘Just routine, pal, nothing to worry about.<br />
You can see we’ve got a situation here...’ he gestured at the corpse<br />
of the girl, but the youth barely looked at her. Knight went on,<br />
‘Now you come strolling along here like you’re out for a Sunday<br />
walk in the park. So what’s your name?’<br />
‘William. William Lowry. Like the painter.’<br />
‘Well, William Lowry like the painter, what you doing here at<br />
this time of night?’<br />
‘I’m...’ he began, but paused, and Donovan knew there was a lie<br />
coming. ‘I’m going home after a party.’<br />
‘Aye? And where’s home?’<br />
‘Woodside.’<br />
‘And where was the party?’<br />
‘A flat on Maryhill Road. It’s a pal’s place but I’d really not like<br />
to get him involved in this.’<br />
Donovan thought, involved in what? But he let Knight control<br />
the interview. He knew to let the other cop follow his own line of<br />
questioning.<br />
Knight asked, ‘You a student, then?’<br />
The boy nodded and pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his<br />
nose. ‘Yes. The College of Art.’<br />
‘So he’s really going to be like Lowry the painter,’ Knight smiled<br />
and turned to Donovan, his back momentarily to the boy so he<br />
could tap two fingers to his throat without being seen. Donovan<br />
nodded, looked back at the youth and saw what Knight had already<br />
noticed, a smear of blood just at the fold of the white scarf where<br />
it touched his neck.<br />
‘You got some identification on you, son?’ Knight asked.<br />
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