Don't Ever Get Old (Buck Schatz Series)
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When Buck Schatz, senior citizen and retired Memphis cop, learns that an old adversary may have escaped Germany with a fortune in stolen gold, Buck decides to hunt down the fugitive and claim the loot. But a lot of people want a piece of the stolen treasure, and Buck's investigation quickly attracts unfriendly attention from a very motley (and murderous) crew in Daniel Friedman's Don't Ever Get Old, nominated for an Edgar Award for Best First Novel.
delivered the soul of my dear friend Jim Wallace unto the bosom of the Good Lord Jesus Christ,” I told Tequila. “I’m sure he appreciated that,” Tequila said. Kind gave one of his bounteous smiles to Tequila and then fixed his eyes on a point somewhere behind me. “Good to see you again, Norris,” he said. I turned around and was surprised to find Feely standing there. Used to be, I was tough to sneak up on, but I’d been having some trouble with my hearing. For some reason, the outside parts of
go home,” Ziegler said. He pouted and stuck out his wet chin. Disgusted, I slapped him hard across the face. “What happened to the gold you swiped in Berlin?” “Make new friends, but keep the old,” said the Nazi. “One is silver, the other’s gold.” “Maybe he’s talking about Avram Silver,” Tequila suggested. “Or the Silver Gulch Casino.” “I don’t think so,” I said. “It’s nonsense. His mind has turned to mush. We won’t get anything more out of him.” I looked around. Ziegler’s little apartment
it to find a way to Grace. I preach often about the malefactor, the criminal, who was crucified with Jesus. His punishment was just and deserved, the “due reward of his deeds.” But he begged Christ for forgiveness. He said: “Lord, remember me when Thou comest into Thy kingdom.” And Christ promised him: “Today shalt thou be with me in paradise.” Jesus knows our hearts, and He knows we have sinned and He knows we will sin again. We are born of sin, and carry it in our blood and our bones and our
mind. I knew my grandson. I knew, absolutely, that he hadn’t killed those people. Certainly, there were other plausible scenarios, Pratt or Feely or Felicia might have a personal alibi, but any of them might have some sort of accomplice; two of them could have been working together, or somebody might be using some kind of contract killer. Hired muscle didn’t usually do jobs in a messy psycho killer style, but if the money was right, most things were negotiable. But even if Tequila was innocent
I’ve spoken with the doctors, and they say you are going to have a harder time getting around, even after you recover. I think it’s time we talk about our living arrangements.” “I’m going to get out of this place, and I am going to go home, and things are going to be the same as they have always been,” I said. She crossed her arms. “No, they’re not. Not this time.” I rubbed at the IV line where it went into my hand. “What have you done?” I growled. “I’ve met with some people, and I’ve put