"When you're on the run from the law, there's only one rule to follow ... you trust no one, not even yourself! Every single conversation, every time you raise your face in public, each one is like an oil-greased banana skin, just waiting on your footfall. But you do have one fragment of a lifeline to cling to ... the people trying to find you have to work by their rules too; and that makes it a little easie ...Täielik kirjeldus
"When you're on the run from the law, there's only one rule to follow ... you trust no one, not even yourself! Every single conversation, every time you raise your face in public, each one is like an oil-greased banana skin, just waiting on your footfall. But you do have one fragment of a lifeline to cling to ... the people trying to find you have to work by their rules too; and that makes it a little easier. BUT ... when you're on the run from the Mob, trust me, there's no rules, there's no code, and there sure ain't anyone you can trust. You live on the edge of your seat, your body ready to spring into flight at the smallest infraction. You're a coiled spring, under pressure, on the brink at every moment ... and that ain't good for anyone. Then, just as you relax, you see a familiar face ... and the brown stuff meets the proverbial fan, and you have to confront or run ... or both. It's no way to live. But it sure beats the alternative."--Page 4 of cover