Tomislav just killed his 66th
hit. It was a clean hit. It was the right guy. All went perfect. Except the guy he was hired to kill turned
out to be an undercover FBI agent. Now
his boss is mad, the FBI is mad and Tomislav is on the run. While trying to return to his native Croatia
he notices a lot of interested FBI-looking men looking his way at JFK
Airport. So he goes to the restroom,
kills a man using the toilet and takes his identity, plane ticket…and clerical
collar? Now Father Friendly, Tomislav
finds himself going to a very strange land.
Iceland.
Dark, crass, crude and completely
different this is an amusing diversion.
Sex, violence, religion and absurdity abound, but the book (strangely
enough) has heart. You find out why the
killer became a killer and you kind of feel for him. Tomislav finds himself in the only country
where he can’t possibly purchase a gun (even the regular police don’t carry
weapons) which is probably the best thing to ever happen to him.
Fans of Chuck Palahniuk and Matt
Ruff could find something to like in this one.
