Her name was Cassie.
She liked poetry. And guns. And money.
She liked Cooper.
That was his bad luck.
Cooper had it easy back then. For a bank-robber. Took it easy. But took it.
He had a legit business too. A repo man. Even had an accountant.
Cassie blew it all to hell.

Her Last Call to Louis MacNeice is the purest London noir, dark and dirty as the Thames by night. Just as with his acclaimed debut, Rilke on Black, Ken Bruen takes the reader on a one-way ride - straight to the bitter end.