The Price You Pay
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'A smart alec New York cocaine dealer discovers there's a hit out on him and decides the best course of action is to take bloody - and amusingly creative - revenge' Sun
Get mad, get even, get paid. What kind of loser stops at getting even?
Didi's dead. That's sad. Jack Price isn't sad, because Jack doesn't care about Didi. Jack is just angry, because if anyone was going to brutally murder his bad-tempered old neighbour, it was him.
But when Jack takes matters into his own hands, he gets a contract taken out on him by an internationally renowned terrorist organisation. Which frankly seems overkill. Jack's just your average high-class coke dealer, after all. On a level playing field against a team of professional killers, he wouldn't stand a chance.
But Jack Price doesn't play fair. And Jack Price is going to make these guys pay.
'The Price You Pay is brilliant, a latticework of barbed jokes and subtle observations and inventive misbehaviours, a high-end thriller, relentlessly knowing, relentlessly brutal. It reads like Martin Amis on mescaline' New York Times
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
The jaded and callous worldview of Londoner Jack Price, the narrator of this unpleasant crime novel from the pseudonymous Truhen, is evident from the opening sentence: "I'm ordering a latte macchiato because Didi is dead and that is sad." Price eventually discloses that his downstairs neighbor was shot twice in the chest and once in the head, as if she were a drug mule, before revealing that he himself is a drug dealer who's proud of his business model outsourcing deliveries of narcotics as cutting-edge "zero-hour gig-economy microjobs." Price feels motivated to investigate the killing on his own, to defend his territory, and isn't deterred when three thugs arrive at his apartment to beat him up, or even after learning that a scary group known as the Seven Demons may have been involved. Price's smart-alecky comments and penchant for awkward comparisons ("She looks like Didi Fraser if Didi had lived without makeup and eaten raw bear from the moment she gave up the nipple") will put off some readers. Those looking for an amusingly snarky antihero lead will be better off with serial killer Dexter Morgan.
