The Price You Pay
A novel
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- 5,99 €
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- 5,99 €
Description de l’éditeur
In this audacious, lightning-paced thriller, a smart-mouthed, white-collar drug dealer--a hilariously irreverent antihero--seeks revenge when an unknown enemy takes out a contract on him.
Jack Price is having a bad day. What he absolutely did not need was for someone to execute his grouchy old neighbor as if she was a drug mule. Questions will be asked, and Jack is a small businessman in a competitive sector hobbled by red tape and, you know: laws. Just because the product Jack trades in is cocaine, people assume it’s all guns and murders, but that is the old cocaine business and Jack is all about the new one: high-tech, high-end and on-demand.
But when Jack begins making some inquiries with a view to calming the whole thing down, someone hires the Seven Demons to kill him. You bring those people in to kill generals and presidents and take down countries, not to mess with a guy who’s just trying to get along.
The thing is that the Seven Demons and their client have misunderstood the situation. Jack is not upset. In fact, he’s grateful for the clarification. Jack is the kind of guy who adapts well to new business models. He has a unique approach to executive problem solving. In fact, Jack is batshit crazy. And when you mess with Jack, there is a Price to be paid.
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.
