Great White Hope

M.K. Ultra is a pen name of bestselling and critically acclaimed thriller writer Patrick Quinlan. Written when Quinlan was in his early-20s, GREAT WHITE HOPE was his first attempt at tackling a novel. Part dark conspiracy tale, part absurdist send up, the story features graphic violence, hard-hitting action, dick jokes, bizarre sexual situations, and a plethora of lunatic characters from the mind of a juvenile deliquent just graduated into adulthood. If you've enjoyed Quinlan's later writings, such as SMOKED and THE DROP OFF, then GREAT WHITE HOPE will entertain you and give you insight into the development of the writer behind those books. * * * Praise for GREAT WHITE “Written in the language of the street.”-- Maury Allen, Gannett Newspapers“Hard-hitting and irreverent, packed with violence and dark humor.”-- More Sugar Magazine* * *Praise for shocking, violent read, jam-packed with action and a cast ofincredible characters'-- Independent Weekly (Australia)'A superb debut. A great crime novel. Brilliant is the word' -- Independent on Sunday'Packed with adrenalin, violence and an all-too-credible set ofNew York characters' -- The Times'Tightly plotted, confidently written and very hip' -- Observer* * * Sex and Violence Ahead.Johnny Sullivan. A white man with a hard right hand. Devalera Jones. A black man with a bold plan.Brinkton, New Jersey. City on the brink. About to get rocked by a two-man tidal wave. * * *An excerpt from GREAT WHITE drove the truck down to the docks, Fanny’s heavy body sliding around in the back. At times the rain was so heavy that the windshield wipers couldn’t keep up with it, and Devalera would pull over. “Can’t afford an accident tonight,” he said to Al and me.Eventually, we reached the empty wharf. Three or four boats were parked along the docks. “That’s it, right there,” Dev said.It was tied up closest to shore. He pulled up to the wooden ramp. We jumped out of the truck into the rain.“Okay, Johnny,” Dev said. “We take her out a few miles. We weigh the body down, and pitch it overboard. I already got chains and cinderblocks in the boat.”“You come prepared, huh?” Al said.“Man, you got to in this business.”We took the body and dragged it by its feet over the lip of the truck. My suit was soaked, and my hair was soon plastered to my head. Rainwater dripped in my eyes. We carried it, the three of us, toward the dock. We dropped it twice before we even reached the ramp. Just then, it occurred to me that I had slept with Fanny the night before. I realized I had felt something for her, maybe even love. I looked at Al as we tried to drag her up out of the mud again.“Jesus, but she’s a big girl,” he said.