Step by step, Dwight McAran built a wall of vicious hate around himself. It was easy. He was a man who could slap one woman to death because she loved him, and hum a love song to another while he raped her. Sure, he did some time in jail. He sat in a cell and simmered for five long years until his hate hardened to a core of white-hot evil. Revenge was all he craved - and a plan was what he had - a plan just cruel enough to please him, and just crazy enough to work.There were three gates intheprisonwalls, the main pedestrian gate, the truck gatefor incomingsupplies andoutgoing products of ... Under cover of the storm, the confusion andtheblack choking smoke, a prisoner jumped theignition wiring onaheavy truck parkedatthe loadingdock, ... By the time more men had discovered the escape route, the ruined truck hadburst intotheflames and theheat drove them back.
|Title||:||One Monday We Killed Them All|
|Author||:||John D. MacDonald|
|Publisher||:||Hachette UK - 2014-06-14|