DISCREET REAR ENTRANCE VOLUME II
Discreet Rear Entrance Volume II by Lou Powers picks up where Volume I leaves off, so don’t even think about reading this book before you read the first one. This one is just as funny, if not more so, than the first book. The action is, once again, non-stop, and you’ll struggle to put it down once you start reading. The original characters continue to be developed, new ones are introduced, and there’s even more chaos and misadventures for you to get embroiled in. Like the first one, this is an adult-only book and is a great form of escapism. It is aptly described as the misadventures of a hapless hitman, and the sheer chaos and trail of destruction the main character leaves behind him will have you cringing but laughing out loud at the same time.
Review by Anne-Marie Reynolds for Readers' Favorite
After the events of Discreet Rear Entrance Volume I, Jimmy Eyebrow is dispatched out of town on a critical mission that will test old friendships to the limit. The lines that have been drawing everyone to the desert now begin to converge and with Eyebrow arriving on the scene, his unique brand of chaos quickly spreads across a whole new battlefield.
As the mayhem rampages through pay-by-the-hour motels, truck stop casinos and suspect nightclubs, former alliances are fractured and new ones are formed as Jimmy Eyebrow navigates his way through the carnage escalating around him. But with Eyebrow’s focus squarely on the task at hand, he has no knowledge of the danger that is closing in on him from all sides. The end is coming, and every path now leads Eyebrow towards an inevitable showdown in the desolate wasteland of Dry Lake Valley.
Amid it all, one thing is certain – even when taking into account its bombastic and lawless past, Sin City is not going to be prepared for what is about to be unleashed on its streets.
The smell of bacon was strong in the air at Big Al’s – an all-day diner located far from the Strip in the wasteland of North Las Vegas. Very well-done bacon at that. Crispy, which was to be expected given that the grill was unattended – chipolatas and bacon beginning to burn, fried eggs curling at the edges. There was the smell of coffee too, with rivers of the hot beverage dripping from various points of the countertop and pooling on the linoleum floor. And there were two other smells heavy on the senses inside Big Al’s that day – spent gunpowder and blood.
The silence inside Big Al’s was akin to the unnerving quiet of the battlefield after the guns have died down and the soldiers have retreated to their positions. All that’s left are the dead in no-man’s land, and the remnants of the battle. Today, that battlefield had been Big Al’s. The smells, the eerie silence and the four bodies on the floor were testament to the fact that something catastrophic had just occurred there.
