O’Casey’s War

After four years serving in the South Pacific John O’Casey knows the score.

Take one step into another man’s jungle and the rules get real simple, real fast.

Kill or be killed.

That’s why, once O’Casey’s heels kiss New York concrete, he keeps moving.

Moving up 5th Avenue, toward the mansion of Josiah Stride, the crooked Wall Street alchemist whose wartime profiteering turned lead into gold and American boys into casualties.

Stride, like the rest of the country, thinks the war is over.

Like hell it is.

Fans of Mickey Spillane and Mike Hammer may find John O’Casey’s ugly mug appealing.

This story originally appeared in “Fiction River: Pulse Pounders Adrenaline”.