My name's Ryan, but people call me "Irish" or - "the Hood"...
I had walked into one hell of a mess, Big Step thought I had knocked off his brother, and I had had the motive, the ability and the time to do it. The cops wanted me, too. I'd been in their hair too damm long, and they'd love to see me take a fall.
And then there was Karen Sinclair, the most beautiful dame I'd ever seen. She picked me out of a crowd - because she'd seen the ruthless look of a killer in my eyes, and she needed a man like me!