The three of them were spawned in the same ugly slum — the Sink, where crime was commonplace, and all the sordid, brooding streets led to dead ends.
But these three were hard. They managed to get through the No Exit...
Every ring champ knows the time when he’s too slow, too tired — too old to win. For those who can’t quit, there’s only one thing to do — lean into the storm of red leather and keep on trying...
His death was a thin red line on a chart… not a gun, not poison, but simply the cold, errorless science of the doomsday men. And even as he prepared to fight it. Larkin knew grimly that — for him — there was no escape in this...