Morocco Jones challenges the Mafia in a-kill-or-be-killed novel of murder, molls, and mayhem.

The Syndicate made a big mistake when they murdered Chris Shane because Shane was the man who had saved Morocco from torture and death at the hand of a despot's most savage secret agent back in Eastern Europe during the war - his best friend and the man to whom he owed his life. No bunch of gun-happy gorillas could scare a guy like Morocco. Five years of slugging it out with tyrants, Nazis, and Commies in the savage slums of Europe's underworld had fashioned him into six feet of human dynamite - a powerful friend, a ruthless enemy. Morocco was going after Shane's killers even if it meant taking the Syndicate apart with his bare hands.

In one swift motion, Morocco hooked his steely fingers into the collar of the man nearest him. There was a sickening thud as the man's head struck the bar. The second hood whirled, but Morocco's powerful arms snaked out and caught him with a smashing blow across the throat. The third man was still clawing for his gun when Morocco grabbed his wrists and flung him against a booth. Morocco's green eyes were burning like a tiger's. "I've got a message for your boss. Tell him the honeymoon is over. Tell him to find a cyclone cellar to hide in. Tell him Morocco Jones is in town".

Another no-holds-barred suspense-packed 1960s classic adventure of the man whose mind is as sharp as the edge of lightning and whose fists are as deadly as a .45 - for fans of Mack Bolan, the Executioner, Elvis Cole, and Jack Reacher.