Roy Cody is a bagman for a mobster in New Orleans. He has terminal lung cancer. He has also dallied with the girl of the boss. For that he suspects he was sent to warn off someone but told not to take any guns along. Obviously he did and managed to extricate himself from potentially being hit. Deciding to leave town quickly, he takes along a hooker who happened to be present when the failed hit went down.
They take to the road and complications arise. Soon, Rocky, Roy’s traveling companion has picked up her three-and-a-half-year-old-sister (a gunshot was fired - she says it was just to scare her step-father) and Rob’s better judgment keeps warning him to drop them off somewhere and split. But he’s pulled by the normality of his new situation. He should have kept running.
What follows is classic noir, but it’s also a tale of redemption, with Roy attaining an almost Christ-like status at the end, although if you are looking for a nice feel-good book, look elsewhere. Very well written with some haunting images.
“[Life] doesn’t seem fair, because it’s random. But that’s why it’s fair. You get me? It’s fair like a lottery’s fair."
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