Hudson City: a novel

Hudson City, a novel 



This is a novel written about ten years ago, a kind of imitation of Graham Greene's This Gun for Hire. Since the original draft is hand written, I'll be posting chapters as I type them in.

(Note 4/9/24: I'm going to have to change some of this novel because I originally set part of it in Kingston, NY, and because of an altered circumstance, I have to alter some of the location).


Chapter One: Get him out of here

Chapter 2: Model from hell

Chapter 3: A small favor

Chapter 4 -- Nat's last night

Chapter 5: Hold the presses

Chapter 6: New chief same as the old chief

Chapter 7: Jake’s Place

Chapter 8: The girl in a cops' bar

Chapter09 -- A girl's gotta do what she's gotta do

Chapter10: A stalker in love


More to come



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