(From the publisher):
I'll never forget the stink of those orange trees. The thick, sweet scent of them drifting through the night - mingled with the thick, sweet scent of blood.
The oranges were Spanish and some of the blood was mine. I'm Bill Williams, and every night I age ten years making the run between Tangier and Spain - with a hold full of red-hot contraband.
One night they slammed at me from all sides, my fellow thieves - but none of them mattered. Only Maria, only the grave, dark-eyed quicksilver creature who possessed my mind and all my senses.
When they took her away from me, I went a little crazy. I remember a gun, and fiesta music, and a man dying on the steps of a church - and the cloying, thick, sweet scent of oranges...
Original title: Prey by Night
Genre: Fiction→ Crime and Mystery→ Suspense