“In prose entirely his own (and don’t I wish I could steal it and run off with it!), Abraham Rodriguez gives us a crime story, a love story, and one of the best portraits of the creative process I’ve ever seen. Every page is a joy and every character—including the South Bronx itself—is alive and surprising. This book is something special.” —S.J. Rozan, Edgar Award–winning author of In This Rain
There is something weird going on in the South Bronx . . .
Monk is a writer. Only problem is, he is not writing. Late one rainy night he spots a blond white girl climbing up his fire escape.
Mink is a painter. Only problem is, he is not painting. Mink and Monk both storm and rage through the dry time, killing their nights together, until one day Mink finds himself alone.
There is something weird going on in the South Bronx . . . or is it New York?
A drug dealer from the South Bronx agrees to launder some money for a group of terrorists. Who would’ve thought the guy would run off with the money? Who would’ve thought the FBI and the CIA would come running to find it?
Sanchez is the South Bronx detective they come to. He has the files, and even knows the drug dealer personally. But does he really want to help them?
All of a sudden the trail changes, from a dead drug dealer to a blond white girl who becomes the key to the missing money. With the body count rising, Sanchez has to make a decision between good and bad, between right and wrong . . . and there’s always that part about saving your own skin . . .
There is something weird going on in the South Bronx . . . or is it America?
