
SOME OTHER HARD CASE CRIME BOOKS YOU WILL ENJOY:
DEAD STREET 
DEADLY BELOVED 
A DIET OF TREACLE 
MONEY SHOT 
ZERO COOL 
SHOOTING STAR/SPIDERWEB 
THE MURDERER VINE 
SOMEBODY OWES ME MONEY 
NO HOUSE LIMIT 
BABY MOLL 
THE MAX 
THE FIRST QUARRY 
GUN WORK 
FIFTY-TO-ONE 
KILLING CASTRO 
THE DEAD MAN’S BROTHER 
THE CUTIE 
HOUSE DICK 
CASINO MOON 
FAKE I.D. 
PASSPORT TO PERIL 
STOP THIS MAN! 
LOSERS LIVE LONGER 
HONEY 

A HARD CASE CRIME BOOK
(HCC-060)
Copyright © 2009 by the Estate of Norma Dent.
Originally written by Lester Dent in 1956.
Cover painting copyright © 2009 by Ron Lesser
He should have paid the bill. But who would have thought that some afternoon he would drive into a filling station and there would be D. C. Roebuck standing by a gas pump? He saw that Roebuck was holding up five fingers to the attendant and could hear Roebuck’s harsh voice, like glass being chewed: “Five regular, Mac. And check the oil.”
Walter Harsh did the only thing he could think of, sit there with hands on the steering wheel, foot on the brake, a mouse nest gathering in the pit of his stomach. He wished he had not talked D. C. Roebuck into letting him have seven hundred and twelve dollars worth of photographic supplies on tick. Mostly he wished to hell and gone that he had not run into D. C. Roebuck.
It came to him that just sitting there in the parked car he was a sitting duck. He eased the gear shift into drive position and pressed the gas pedal with his foot. Just then Roebuck turned and saw him. “Hey!”
Walter Harsh pushed the gas pedal to the floor.
Roebuck leaped over the gas hose and ran forward. “Hold it, Harsh! I want to see you, you son of a bitch. Hold it!”
Harsh did not look around. The cushion felt like a big hand pressing against his spine as the car gained speed. He almost didn’t make it at that. Roebuck overtook the car, but he couldn’t find anything to grab with his hands. Harsh heard Roebuck’s hands clawing at the car. Then there was a thud. When he turned his head for a quick look,

 
                