About This Book
AN OLD-FASHIONED CRIME…
It started out that way. An armored car knocked over, a quarter of a million snatched, and Bryce Patch told to recover the loot, no questions asked.
But then the action swung from mobsville to hippyland. And patch was up to his neck—and other sensitive parts of his anatomy—in a world of art and drugs, and the all-embracing, ever loving sexual revolution. It might have been kicks, a bloody heist turning into a crazy high—but corpses kept piling up even higher… So patch shifted gears and moved into old-fashioned action.
It started out that way. An armored car knocked over, a quarter of a million snatched, and Bryce Patch told to recover the loot, no questions asked.
But then the action swung from mobsville to hippyland. And patch was up to his neck—and other sensitive parts of his anatomy—in a world of art and drugs, and the all-embracing, ever loving sexual revolution. It might have been kicks, a bloody heist turning into a crazy high—but corpses kept piling up even higher… So patch shifted gears and moved into old-fashioned action.