THICKER THAN WATER

CONRAD BOSTON began his foray into detective fiction at the age of forty after laboring for two decades as a sewage coroner. His literary arsenal includes such noir fetish masterpieces as HELLO, GUN and DEATH BITES BACK. A lost collection of earlier thrillers, SNUBNOSE BLUES, has been recently recovered and select stories published in the volume THE LONG SLOW TRIGGER PULL.

He currently resides on life support in a bar near Washington Square Park in Manhattan and infrequently authors advertising price sheets for Zabars.

Mr. Boston often penned his own jacket copy against the insistence of his publishers. One such instance that survived their scrutiny follows, intended for a story found in this gritty volume of work:

"Private Detective Paulie Drake has empty pockets and a full bottle. So, when a disgraced debutante saunters into his office with an invitation to vengeance, he takes a chance on banking some easy money.

...But will he find himself on the wrong end of a bullet?

Smeared with lipstick, gunplay and a plot twist that thwarts convention, THICKER THAN WATER parleys a simple conflict into a broader view of familial diaspora laced with one goal: to get out alive, and in love."

This serves as good an introduction as any to his first story, THICKER THAN WATER.