Dead Street

I finished reading Mickey Spillane's "Dead Street" this morning, a hard-boiled cop story about a retired NYPD officer whose fiancee was kidnapped and murdered 20 years earlier because of the dirt she had on a mob heist involving plutonium. Sprang, the cop, finds out that Bettie, his fiancee, didn't die after all: she suffered head injuries that left her blind and an amnesiac, remembering nothing about her past. A kindly veterinarian took her in and raised her as his own daughter, knowing who she was and how her life would be in danger if anyone of the bad guys found her. He moved her to a cop retirement community in Florida, and his son tells Sprang where to find her after his dad dies. Sprang is reunited with his long lost love (very touching) and discovers why the bad guys were after her. Of course, in the end, he gets his men and they all live happily ever after. Typical Spillane. I miss him. Him and Ed McBain. I wasn't ready for either one of them to die.