By Les Edgerton
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People in the way, you eliminated them and got on with the job. Reader Kincaid believed his victim was dead. In Memphis he checked into a Motel 6, paying cash and signing a false name. The clerk barely glanced at the name and the license plate number, which was a fiction as well and went back to reading his Motor Trend. After finding a restaurant and polishing off most of a steak he found barely tolerable, Reader drove around until he found an outside pay phone at a Quik Mart. He used the change taken from the cash register at the electronics store.
When you read his work, your ears prick up, your eyes go wide, and your spine tingles. You get the sense that Edgerton has been there, lived the lives of his characters, fought their fights, cried their tears, placed their bets, drank their Wild Turkey, smoked their cigarettes. He writes with a stunning accuracy, a convincing authority and a stark reality. At the same time, he strikes a balance between beautsensitivity and humor. Edgerton isn’t concerned with keeping your interest. ” —Vincent Zandri, Bestselling author of The Innocent, The Remains, and Godchild “…the characters in Edgerton’s world bite down hard and grind up one another with their back teeth.
I bet you like to beat up on little kids, don’t you, Eddie. “Nah. ” Eddie was saying. ” Good, Reader thought. You passed the test, bitch. Up ahead he spotted the turnoff. An old logging road that went back through a swamp and into acres and acres of mostly oak trees they cut down and hauled out so Yankees could have cute little coffee tables. Once in a while an opening would appear and a flooded rice field would materialize, a deer standing on the edge of it close to the trees. They weren’t going that far.