A Wasteland of Strangers by Bill Pronzini

By Bill Pronzini

The writer of Blue Lonesome, a brand new York instances publication evaluation remarkable publication, has created one other lovely novel of suspense. Set in a small, remoted city in Northern California, A desert of Strangers is a fast paced, memorable tale concerning the arrival of a stranger--and the homicide of an attractive, lonely girl.

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Wanton temptress, tease, slut—she'd been called all of those things and she was all of those things ... "... " "No. " The mocking smile again. " "You know what else. Storm—" "I've got to run. " "Kent? " "Green's not a good color on you, George. " "Goddamn it—" "Don't curse at me. " "I'm sorry. " "I don't give pity fucks," she said. "Jesus! " "Good night, George. " I was angry and bitter and frustrated after she left, the way I always seemed to be when I saw her. Wanting her and hating her at the same time.

My best feature. Third-best feature, Earle says. Mr. Crude. " He didn't smile back, at least not much, but there wasn't anything cold about the way he looked at me. Whoo, those eyes of his. They'd scare the pants off you if he was in a temper—scare most people just sitting here the way he was. Not me, though. Not once I looked straight into them. They weren't as hard as they seemed on the surface, all shiny and bright like polished silver. There was a gentleness in them, way back deep. Just the opposite of Earle's eyes, which look gentle on the surface but aren't.

I couldn't put my finger on it and so it kept bothering me, a nagging little irritation like a splinter under a fingernail. George Petrie HE CAME INTO the bank fifteen minutes before closing. There aren't many individuals who can take my attention away from Storm Carey for more than a few seconds, but he was one. At first it was his size and ugliness that held my gaze; then it was his actions. Instead of going directly to one of the tellers' windows, he walked around looking at things—walls, ceiling, floor, the arrangement of desks and tellers' cages, the location of the vault.

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