The Last Boyscout [antikvár]

Chapter 1Billy Cole stared at the television screen between his bare feet.A pasty face was talking to him, going on about how football was all commerce. Used to be, the face said, you took your son to the local field. Saw hometown heroes. But nowadays, nothing but greedy free agents, hopping from team to team with their fancy lawyers. Getting busted for drugs and gambling. No team loyalty. No heroes anymore."BuUshit," Billy said.He reached across the bed to the nightstand for his pills. Nothing on top but the phone and a steak dinner, barely touched. He yanked open the drawer, groped around inside. He felt the cool nickel of his .32 automatic. A moment of1