About the book: 1954 / Somewhere behind the thick walls of the house, the grinding of an engine, the knock of a door and the creaking of wheels on gravel were heard. I arrived at the door just in time to see a cherry-colored convertible speeding away from the house. The top of the car was down. The blonde sitting behind the wheel seemed small and very focused. She drove around Nick's body and rushed to the gate. I aimed at the right rear tire, fired, but missed...