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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lood city<br />
The boy shook his head.<br />
‘Ok, that’s Ok, not everyone carries ID, do they? We need to<br />
check up on you, though, you know that, right?’<br />
‘Why? I haven’t done anything wrong.’<br />
‘I know that, son, it’s just routine. I mean, after all, we’ve got a<br />
dead lassie here.’<br />
Again, Knight nodded to the body and again Lowry refused to<br />
look at her. He kept his eyes between Knight and Donovan and<br />
barely seemed to notice the dead girl just a few feet away.<br />
Knight asked, ‘D’you know her maybe?’<br />
The boy shook his head, his hands thrust deep into his pockets.<br />
Knight said, ‘You’ve no even looked at her, so how do you know<br />
you don’t?’<br />
‘I don’t know her.’<br />
‘Never seen her before?’<br />
‘No.’<br />
‘She wasn’t at the party?’<br />
‘There were a lot of people at the party. I couldn’t possibly<br />
remember everyone.’<br />
‘Why don’t you look at her, maybe you’ll recognise her.’<br />
‘I’d rather not.’<br />
‘How no?’<br />
‘I’m… well, I’d rather not.’<br />
‘You squeamish?’<br />
‘Something like that.’<br />
‘It might help us, though. Might help us catch the guy who<br />
killed her. You’d want that, wouldn’t you?’<br />
Lowry didn’t answer. He stared straight at Knight, his eyes still<br />
wide, his hands moving inside his pockets, the blood on his white<br />
scarf now reaching out to the police officers like a bad smell.<br />
‘What about it, William Lowry like the painter?’ Knight said,<br />
moving slightly closer to the boy. ‘You want to assist the polis with<br />
their inquiries, or what? You want to take a quick peek at this<br />
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