An assassin on the trail of a quarter-million in stolen drugs.
A thief who'll kill anyone in his way.
A gang war brewing, because the sharks can smell blood in the water.
And the mystery of the chicken who appeared on the assassin's pillow.
Chick Magnet by Joel Rheinberger is a fast-paced crime caper about a number-crunching hit man with the wrong bird in his bed.
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Mick Jeffrey was the book-keeper for a Sydney company that imported cheap electronics. His meticulous spreadsheets were full of speaking toys, no-name motherboards, mobile phone chargers and tiny speakers.
Smith & Wang bought the stuff cheaply from Asia, mostly wholesaling it to two-dollar shops around the country. Though Mick's boss Smitty also ran a profitable little stall at Paddy's Markets, so sometimes they would take a punt on a new gadget, buy a crate of them and see how the buyers reacted.
A slender 26 year old with a neat appearance and excellent posture, Mick carefully cultivated blandness. His mousy hair was neither too short nor too long. He chose good quality clothing without obvious branding or bright colours. He drove a grey Toyota Corolla and never broke the speed limit.
On a Thursday in November, he arrived at the Marrickville warehouse by 8:20am in order to make coffee before he was due at his desk.
Mick was the quiet one at work. He was well respected as Smitty's second in charge, but his reserved manner meant that he usually ate his lunch alone. After nodding and murmuring greetings to a few people, he went into his office and pulled the door not-quite-closed. It was the same signal as his body language – you can speak to me if you need to, but if you don't, then don't.
