HE'S FROM THE FEDS...AND HE'S HERE TO HELLLLLLLLppppp
Corridor Man 3; The Dungeon is the THIRD book in the series; they should be read in order. Bobby Custer keeps changing his locks, but somehow he just never feels secure. Small wonder.
His women betray him time and again – despite his generosity with his pharmaceutical supplies, and, of course, his fatal charm. His mysterious new tenant and her team of large, muscular handymen – each with a pistol shoved into the waistband of his work pants -- have done a fabulous rehab on the house he “inherited”, but suddenly there are a distressing number of murders in the neighborhood.
Try as he might to break free, Bobby’s present existence comes with strings attached – to the disagreeable partners in the law firm where he toils daily, to the feds who got him the job, and to mobster Morris Montcreff, who knows where the bodies are buried -- but not necessarily which or how many! Bobby Custer’s never been in control, and never more than one step ahead of Montcreff, as he is drawn inexorably into the sticky center of Montcreff’s web.
Corridor Man 3; The Dungeon is the THIRD book in the series; they should be read in order. Bobby Custer keeps changing his locks, but somehow he just never feels secure. Small wonder.
His women betray him time and again – despite his generosity with his pharmaceutical supplies, and, of course, his fatal charm. His mysterious new tenant and her team of large, muscular handymen – each with a pistol shoved into the waistband of his work pants -- have done a fabulous rehab on the house he “inherited”, but suddenly there are a distressing number of murders in the neighborhood.
Try as he might to break free, Bobby’s present existence comes with strings attached – to the disagreeable partners in the law firm where he toils daily, to the feds who got him the job, and to mobster Morris Montcreff, who knows where the bodies are buried -- but not necessarily which or how many! Bobby Custer’s never been in control, and never more than one step ahead of Montcreff, as he is drawn inexorably into the sticky center of Montcreff’s web.
