Damnation Street [Paperback]

They are two sworn enemies with a single obsession: a woman on the run from them both.
 
Scott Weiss is a private detective. John Foy is a profes­sional killer. The woman is Julie Wyant, a hooker with the face of an angel.

 Julie spent one night with Foy—a night of psycho­pathic cruelty that Foy called love. Desperate to get away from him, she vanished without a trace. And Foy wants her back.

 There’s only one man who can find her: Weiss, the best locate operative in the business. She’s begged him not to look for her, fearing he’ll bring the killer in his wake. But Weiss can’t stay away.

 Now, from a town called Paradise, through a wilder­ness that feels like hell, Weiss searches for Julie—and the killer follows, waiting for his chance.

 They are two expert hunters matching move for move—until it ends on Damnation Street.

PRAISE FOR ANDREW KLAVAN

Andrew Klavan is doing something that is rarely done . . . a unique angle on the private-eye novel. --Michael Connelly
 
Klavan does tough-guy heroes and sexual tension better than anyone writing today. --Janet Evanovich

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Paradise was a crap town. With the summer tourists gone, the main street was deserted after nightfall. Trash rattled along the gutters, blown by the harbor wind. Darkened storefronts stared into the emptiness beyond the far sidewalk. Somewhere in that emptiness, the ocean waves crashed down and whispered away.
 
           Scott Weiss walked past the shops, heading for his hotel. He was a man in his fifties, a big man with a paunch. He had a sad, ugly face. Deep bags under world-weary eyes. A bulbous nose. Sagging cheeks. Unkempt salt-and-pepper hair. He wore a gray overcoat. He kept his hands in the pockets, his broad shoulders hunchl#)