Les Hacker doesn’t seem to have an enemy in the world—otherthan whoever tried to kill him with a high-powered rifle while he was sittingon a park bench six floors below Willie Black’s living room window. Les is theclosest thing Willie has had to a father figure in a checkered life ofdrinking, divorces, and journalism. He certainly has better qualifications thanany of the other men Willie’s mother, Peggy, took in over the years. Of course,as Willie would say, that would only make him a tall midget.
Now, with Les clinging to life, Willie decides to take ashort sabbatical and do a story about his surrogate dad and the last minor-leaguebaseball team Les played on: the 1964 Richmond Virginians.
There’s only one problem. As Willie tries to get in touch withother members of that team, he discovers that they are almost all below ground—most of them long before their allotted three-score and ten years. The copsalready have Les’ shooter in jail, a homeless guy who hangs out in the park.The shot was fired from his coat pocket, case closed. Willie’s publisher and thepolice want him to stop wasting his time—and theirs—and get back on the beat.Willie becomes convinced, though, that someone, against all logic, is killingthe entire starting lineup of a long-forgotten minor-league baseball team. Andwhen Willie gets his teeth on the truth, he’s a pit bull who won’t let anythingshort of a shot to the head force him to let go.
In this third Willie Black novel, after Hammett Prizefinalist Oregon Hill and The Philadelphia Quarry, Howard Owen brings back his flawed,ink-stained hero, a reporter who seems to do his best work when he’s chasing astory nobody else wants, who can be his own worst enemy and the underdog’s bestfriend.