One Bullet Two Lies (Paperback) (ISBN-13: 9798274721981)

He wanted out. The city wanted blood.
Johnny Vega-ex-courier, part-time trigger-man, full-time cynic-has one last job before the shadows swallow him whole. A dead husband. A live insurance policy. Two million in unmarked bonds that stink of sweat, lies, and gun oil. Clean payout on paper. Dirty as hell in practice.

The widow? A ghost with lipstick.
The partner? A woman with a smile like a razor.
The city? A maze wired to explode.

Johnny's been in tight corners before. Alleyway shootouts. Double-crosses in the rain. Bodies dropped in basements nobody remembers. But this time the game's rigged tighter. Every street's a trap. Every friend's a Judas. Every answer comes with a price tag.

Then the ledger turns up.
Train schedules. Policy numbers. Loaded clues hidden in plain sight. Someone planned the whole spiral long before Johnny stepped into it. Someone who knows his habits. His sins. His tells.

Now he's racing through dawn traffic with cops on one tail, syndicate boys on the other, and a woman on a red Vespa who's quicker than regret. The bonds thump against his chest like a countdown. The .38 on his hip whispers trouble. And Johnny knows the score-life doesn't pay in cash; it pays in bodies.

A subway platform becomes a kill-box.
A suitcase spills enough money to break a nation.
One slip. One arc of blue-white light.
One more name scratched off the city's dirty ledger.

Johnny walks away with half the loot and all the ghosts. But cash is never clean. Not in this town. Not with these players. The syndicate isn't done. The past isn't dead. And the woman he thought he buried left him one last message-the kind that burns colder than the third rail she kissed.

The spiral's paid. But the chamber's still empty.
And Johnny Vega knows what that means.

He's not out.
He's not safe.
He's just next.

Fast. Brutal. Twisting.
A crime noir where every page swings another punch.
Every chapter cuts deeper.
And nobody-nobody-walks away clean.

If you like your thrillers lean, mean, and smoking at the edges-this one's loaded.