The powerful mob leader knew that selling drugs brings heat. Local and federal heat. It's 1974 and Big Red Fortunato's order that no drugs are to be sold in Queens has been broken. He discovers that the powerful Sicilian mafia has defied his rule and is selling drugs with utter disregard for who he is. Red has to stop them without starting a war he may not win.
Tarzan's recently deceased father bequeathed his house to him, but upon visiting it Tarzan discovers squatters living in it... and they refuse to leave.
Red visits Sicily under the pretext of scouting for movie locations. He arranges a meeting with Antonio Andolino the man in charge of the burgeoning Sicilian drug trade, with the hope of convincing him not to ship drugs to Queens. To hedge their bets in case the talks fail, Sicilian mobsters kidnap two of Red's valuable assets to use as leverage against him. Red has to figure out how to get them back unharmed.
The multi-award winning (10 awards) best selling series continues with the publication of the 9th Starlight Club book.
The Starlight Club 9 was just published so book sales and rankings aren't available at this time. The Starlight Club series is very popular so I expect sales to increase soon.
1975 Corona, Queens,
The Starlight Lounge. Sunday
Red sat at his favorite table by the window sipping espresso. The sun streamed through the large bay window making it easier for Red to read the papers, a habit he thoroughly enjoyed. He placed the newspapers on the table and pulled a cigar from his leather cigar case. The flame from his 18k gold Tiffany lighter danced in front him as he lit his stogy. He took a puff and his eyes drifted past the lighter to the bar area. This part of his newly rebuilt club was exactly the same as it was in the Starlight Club. It was an exact duplicate but the similarity ended at the old ballroom, which had been destroyed by the feds. I can rebuild the room he thought to himself. It wouldn’t be difficult, but do I want the headache and notoriety of resurrecting my nightclub? His thoughts were interrupted by the front door bursting open and a man staggered into the Lounge and when he spotted Red he rushed to his table. Red knew the man. He was a friend of his, Ryan Flynn a detective in the 10th precinct. Red smiled and was about to invite him to sit at his table but Flynn’s eyes were darting back and forth and he was shaking like a leaf. “Red please I need a drink right now and I need it bad, please Red.” Red knew Flynn had a drinking problem but he didn’t know it was this bad. The cop was trembling so bad that he had no control over his shaking arms and legs. “Tarzan!” Red hollered towards the bar area.
“Tarzan!”
“Yeah what is it Red?”
“Bring a bottle of rye and a shot glass over to my table and make it quick.”
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