Once upon a time Whitey was a crooner with a million-dollar voice and a standing invitation from any woman who heard him use it. Until he had the bad luck to fall for Celia. And then nothing would ever be the same.In Street of No Return, David Goodis works the magic that made him one of the most distinctive voices in hard-boiled fiction, creating a claustrophobic universe in which wounded men and women collide with cataclysmic force.

    A deputy sheriff, Lou's known to the small-time criminals, the real-estate entrepreneurs, and all of his coworkers--the low-lifes, the big-timers, and everyone in-between--as the nicest guy around. He may not be the brightest or the most interesting man in town, but nevertheless, he's the kind of officer you're happy to have keeping your streets safe. The sort of man you might even wish your daughter would end up with someday.But behind the platitudes and glad-handing lurks a monster the likes of which few have seen. An urge that has already claimed multiple lives, and cost Lou his brother Mike, a self-sacrificing construction worker who fell to his death on the job in what was anything but an accident. A murder that Lou is determined to avenge--and if innocent people have to die in the process, well, that's perfectly all right with him.In The Killer Inside Me, Thompson goes where few novelists have dared to go, giving us a pitch-black glimpse into the mind of the American Serial Killer years before Charles Manson, John Wayne Gacy, and Brett Easton Ellis's American Psycho, in the novel that will forever be known as the master performance of one of the greatest crime novelists of all time.

    Fat, soiled Hagen rules this street of prostitutes, workers, dope-pushers - and lost souls. Yet people love and live on Roxton, as they do on any back street in your own home town.

    He finds the girl he loves, Sherry, in Arizona; gets a job with a very mentally displaced couple; and, with lethal anger catching up with him, is on the lam. The fight between his almost rational self and his anti-social demands borrows from the desert background for a sultry brooding viciousness. Torrid tale-telling.

    Immediately, the situation sparks the classic 'could it be an accident? Of course not...' and it isn't long before newspaperman Sam Evans begins to sense that something is wrong. But when he starts to link this death with other apparent accidents in the town, is his obsession taking him too far?

    So with nothing to lose, he applies for the job. The person doing the hiring is a nice surprise. Joyce is the ship captain’s wife, and Martin is just the person she’s looking for. Captain Sloan is too lenient and needs a chief officer with backbone. He’s also too old, too crippled, and just too ugly for Joyce. Theirs is a marriage of convenience that has grown inconvenient for Joyce. What she needs in a chief officer is more than a man who can keep the crew in line. She needs a man who will help her replace the captain…