Publisher's Synopsis
Los Angeles was not a place, but a mental state, the mental state of a severely deranged person. Wulff hated it. Los Angeles and New York were nominally both American cities, but while New York was a great, steaming, dying beast, Los Angeles was merely vapor. Wulff was marked, but he was marked for Calabrese. He was Calabrese's game, Wulff was - Wulff and his two million dollar cargo.
Wulff was scheduled for killing, and it might as well happen in this cheap rooming house for unemployed actors in this suburb in a city that was all suburbs at the ragged-ass end of the continent....
