"Imelda Sheridan was dead, which was tough cookies on Imelda, but then every silver lining has its cloud. My job was to find out who and why, at 12 cent per word for the right facts in the right order…Which is how it all started out, anyway." Harry Rigby likes a smoke, the easy life, and Robert Ryan playing the bad guy in late night black-and-whites. Sweet. But when the wife of a prominent politician is murdered in her best nightie, Rigby finds himself caught in a crossfire between rogue paramilitaries, an internal Garda inquiry, and the heaviest blizzard of coke ever to hit the Northwest. If all this wasn't bad enough, his relationship with girlfriend Denise is on the rocks, and he's hitting the bottle. Then there's Rigby's psychotic brother Gonzo, back on the streets fresh out of prison and meaner than a jilted shark…Flashing with razor-sharp wit, black humor, and edgy, fast-paced plotting, "Eight-Ball Boogie is an enthralling page-turner that marks the debut of a potent new talent in crime fiction.