Gun, With Occasional Music

A lot of this book felt like a cheesy noir detective story, from the bantering that always leaves our hero with the last word to the predictable sexual conquest. On top of that, the writing had some pretty big flaws. Of many, here is one example:

The big man chuckled. “What would be my motive for telling you that?”
“Simple. I'll find out one way or another. Either you tell me now or I bother your loved ones about it.”
“Very well. There's something I like about letting you go on thinking your threats are effective with me. I suppose I admire your bluster.”