The Big Bounce

by Elmore Leonard

Overview

“The greatest crime writer of our time, perhaps ever!”
—New York Times Book Review

When the all-time greats of mystery/noir/crime fiction are mentioned (John D. MacDonald, Dashiell Hammett, James M. Cain, Robert Parker, etc.), Elmore Leonard’s name invariably tops the list. A true Leonard classic, The Big Bounce showcases all of the Grand Master’s acclaimed skills—twisty plotting, unforgettable characters, dialogue so razor sharp it could draw blood—as he chronicles the misadventures of a larcenous young man in a Michigan resort town who’s irresistibly drawn to a dangerous femme fatale, a rich man’s plaything, and the nasty little caper they plan to pull off together—if they can somehow manage to survive each other. The acclaimed creator of Raylan (aka U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens, lately of TV’s smash hit Justified), Leonard has never lost the mojo that makes him “the King Daddy of crime writers” (Seattle Times).

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780062184283
Publisher:	HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:	04/10/2012
Pages:	320
Sales rank:	136,194
Product dimensions:	5.30(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

Elmore Leonard has written more than forty books during his highly successful writing career, including the bestsellers Road Dogs, Up in Honey's Room, The Hot Kid, Mr. Paradise, Tishomingo Blues, and the critically acclaimed collection of short stories When the Women Come Out to Dance. Many of his books have been made into movies, including Get Shorty, Out of Sight, and Be Cool. Justified, the hit series from FX, is based on Leonard's character Raylan Givens, who appears in Riding the Rap, Pronto, the short story "Fire in the Hole," and Raylan. Leonard is the recipient of the National Book Foundation's Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters, the Lifetime Achievement Award from PEN USA, and the Grand Master Award of the Mystery Writers of America. He lives in Bloomfield Village, Michigan.

Hometown:

Bloomfield Village, Michigan

Date of Birth:

October 11, 1925

Place of Birth:

New Orleans, Louisiana

Education:

B.Ph., University of Detroit, 1950

Website:

http://www.elmoreleonard.com/

Read an Excerpt

Big Bounce, The

Chapter One

They were watching Ryan beat up the Mexican crew leader on 16mm Commercial Ektachrome. Three of them in the basement room of the Holden County courthouse: the assistant county prosecutor, who had brought the film; a uniformed officer from the sheriff's department operating the projector; and Mr. Walter Majestyk, the justice of the peace from Geneva Beach.

Right now they were watching Ryan holding the softball bat, bringing it up to his shoulder and not taking his eyes from Luis Camacho, who was beyond him on the screen, crouched and edging to the side but gradually, it seemed, closing in on Ryan.

"The guy's doing a movie on migrant workers," the assistant prosecutor said. "He happens to be there, he gets the whole thing."

"There was a picture in the paper," Mr. Majestyk said.

"The same guy. He ran out of movie film and started shooting with his Rollei."

On the screen Ryan was moving with Camacho, following him closely; he seemed about to swing, starting to come through with it. Camacho lunged and pulled back; Ryan checked his swing and chopped, and the assistant prosecutor said, "Hold it there."

The sheriff's patrolman flicked a switch on the projector and the action on the screen stopped, slightly out of focus.

"Do you see a knife?"

"He's behind him," Mr. Majestyk said. "You can't tell."

The action continued, coming into focus: Camacho still edging, holding his left arm tight to his side, and Ryan moving with him. Ryan was raising the bat again, his hands coming back to his shoulder, and the assistant prosecutor said, "Right there. The one that broke his jaw."

The stopped-action on the screen showed Ryan coming through with the bat, stepping with the swing, body twisting and arm muscles tight and straight and wrists turning as he laid the bat against the side of Luis Camacho's face. The face did not resemble a human face but a wood-carved face, an Aztec doll face without eyes or before the eyes were painted in. Camacho's wraparound hell-cat sunglasses were hanging in space but still hooked to one ear, and though the framing of the picture did not show his lower legs, Camacho seemed to be off the ground hunch-shouldered, suspended in air.

"Larry," the assistant prosecutor said to the sheriff's patrolman, "keep that but give me some light. Walter, I want to read you Luis Camacho's statement."

The overhead fluorescent light washed the sharpness and detail from the figures on the screen, but the action remained clear. Mr. Majestyk, the justice of the peace from Geneva Beach, blinked twice as the light came to full brightness but kept his eyes on Jack Ryan.

"He gives his name," the assistant prosecutor began, "and when it happened, July twenty-sixth, about seven p.m., and then Officer J. R. Coleman says: 'Tell us in your own words what happened.' Walter, you listening?"

"Sure, go on."

"Camacho: 'After supper I went out to the bus and waited, as Ryan had promised to do some repair work on it for me. When he did not appear, I looked for him and found him in the field where some of the men and kids were playing baseball. The men had some beer and most of them were playing baseball. Ryan was with them, though he wasn't playing. There were some girls there Ryan was talking to. I asked him why he was not fixing the bus and he said something back that is unprintable. I reminded him that servicing the bus was part of his job, but he told me again to do the unprintable thing. One reason — "

"Excuse me," Mr. Majestyk said. "Larry, are those the words the guy used?"

The sheriff's officer hesitated. "They're, you know, writing words, the way you write it in a report."

"What'd Ryan tell him?"

"To go bag his ass."

"What's unprintable about that?"

"Walter — " The assistant prosecutor was looking at Mr. Majestyk, marking his place with the tip of his ballpoint pen. "Camacho goes on to say: 'One reason I allowed him to join my crew in San Antonio was because he said he was a mechanic and could fix the bus if it broke down. I hired him but was suspicious because I believed all he wanted was a free trip as far as Detroit — "

"He's from Detroit?" Mr. Majestyk seemed surprised.

"From Highland Park," the assistant prosecutor said. "The same thing. So then Camacho says: 'When I asked him again to fix the bus, he picked up the bat and told me to get out of there or he would knock my head off. I told him to put down the bat and we would settle this, but he came at me with it. Before I could defend myself or disarm him, he struck me in the arm and in the face.'" The assistant prosecutor paused. "That's the part, Walter. Listen. 'Before I could defend myself or disarm him — '"

"He got flattened," Mr. Majestyk said.

"' — he struck me in the arm and in the face. I fell to the ground but was not unconscious. I remember many of the people there looking down at me. When the police came, they called an ambulance and I was taken to the hospital at Holden, Michigan.'" The assistant prosecutor went on, reading it faster. "'This statement is sworn to before witnesses and bears my signature that all facts related are true and took place as I have described them.'" The assistant prosecutor straightened, looking at the Geneva Beach justice of the peace. "Walter, what do you think?" Mr. Majestyk nodded, looking at the washed-out image on the screen. "I think he's got a level swing, but maybe he pulls too much."

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