Cliff Walk (Liam Mulligan Series #2)

Cliff Walk (Liam Mulligan Series #2)

by Bruce DeSilva


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Cliff Walk (Liam Mulligan Series #2) by Bruce DeSilva

Prostitution has been legal in Rhode Island for more than a decade; Liam Mulligan, an old-school investigative reporter at dying Providence newspaper, suspects the governor has been taking payoffs to keep it that way. But this isn't the only story making headlines…a child's severed arm is discovered in a pile of garbage at a pig farm. Then the body of an internet pornographer is found sprawled on the rocks at the base of Newport's famous Cliff Walk.

At first, the killings seem random, but as Mulligan keeps digging into the state's thriving sex business, strange connections emerge. Promised free sex with hookers if he minds his own business—and a beating if he doesn't—Mulligan enlists Thanks-Dad, the newspaper publisher's son, and Attila the Nun, the state's colorful Attorney General, in his quest for the truth. What Mulligan learns will lead him to question his beliefs about sexual morality, shake his tenuous religious faith, and leave him wondering who his real friends are.

Cliff Walk is at once a hard-boiled mystery and an exploration of sex and religion in the age of pornography. Written with the unique and powerful voice that won DeSilva an Edgar Award for Best First Novel, Cliff Walk lifts Mulligan into the pantheon of great suspense heroes and is a giant leap for the career of Bruce DeSilva.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780765335333
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 05/14/2013
Series: Liam Mulligan Series , #2
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 415,751
Product dimensions: 6.10(w) x 9.10(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

Bruce DeSilva spent forty-one-years as a journalist before writing Rogue Island, his first novel, which won the 2011 Edgar Award for Best First Novel and the 2011 Macavity Award for best debut. Formerly the Associated Press's writing coach, responsible for training AP journalists worldwide, DeSilva is now a master's thesis advisor at the Columbia University School of Journalism. DeSilva and his wife, the poet Patricia Smith, live in Howell, New Jersey, with their granddaughter, Mikaila, and two enormous canines, a Bernese Mountain Dog named Brady and a mutt named Rondo.

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Cosmo Scalici hollered over the grunts and squeals of three thousand hogs rooting in his muddy outdoor pens. “Right here’s where I found it, poking outta this pile of garbage. Gave me the creeps, the way the fingers curled like it wanted me to come closer.”

“What did you do?” I hollered back.

“Jumped the fence and tried to snatch it, but one of the sows beat me to it.”

“Couldn’t get it away from her?”

“You shittin’ me? Ever try to wrestle lunch from a six-hundred-pound hog? I whacked her on the snout with a shovel my guys use to muck the pens. She didn’t even blink.”

To mask the stink, we puffed on cigars, his a Royal Jamaica, mine a Cohiba.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” he said. “The nails were painted pink, and it was so small. The little girl that arm came from couldn’ta been more than nine years old. The sow just wolfed it down. You could hear the bones crunch in her teeth.”

“Where’s the hog now, Cosmo?”

“State cops shot her in the head, loaded her in a van, and took off. Said they was gonna open her stomach, see what’s left of the evidence. I told ’em, that’s two hundred and fifty bucks’ worth of chops and bacon wholesale, so you damn well better send me a check ’less you want me to sue your ass.”

“Any other body parts turn up?”

“The cops spent a couple hours raking through the garbage. Didn’t find nothin’. If there was any more, it’s all pig shit by now.”

We kept smoking as we slopped across his twelve acres to the sprawling white farmhouse with green shutters where I’d left my car. Once this was woodland and meadow, typical of the countryside in the little town of Pascoag in Rhode Island’s sleepy northwest corner. But Cosmo had bulldozed his whole place into an ugly mess of stumps, mud, and stones.

“How do you suppose the arm got here?” I asked.

“The staties kept asking the same question, like I’m supposed to fuckin’ know.”

He scowled as I scrawled the quote in my reporter’s notebook.

“Look, Mulligan,” he said. “My company? Scalici Recycling? It’s a three-mil-a-year operation. My twelve trucks collect garbage from schools, jails, and restaurants all over Rhode Island. That arm coulda been tossed in a Dumpster anywhere between Woonsocket and Westerly.”

I knew it was true. Scalici Recycling was a fancy name for a company that picked up garbage so pigs could reprocess it into bacon, but there was big money in it. I’d written about the operation five years ago when the Mafia tried to muscle in. Cosmo drilled one hired thug through the temple with a bolt gun used to slaughter livestock and put another in a coma with his ham-size fists. He called it trash removal. The cops called it self-defense.

I’d parked my heap beside his new Ford pickup. Mine had a New England Patriots decal on the rear window. His had a bumper sticker that said: “If You Don’t Like Manure, Move to the City.”

“Getting along any better with the folks around here?” I asked as I jerked open my car door.

“Nah. They’re still whining about the smell. Still complaining about the noise from the garbage trucks. That guy over there?” he said, pointing at a raised ranch across the road. “He’s a real asshole. That one down there? Total jerk. This whole area’s zoned agricultural. They build their houses out here and want to pretend they’re in fuckin’ Newport? Fuck them and the minivans they rode in on.”


Copyright © 2012 by Bruce DeSilva

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"Sterling follow-up to 2010’s Rogue Island.... brilliantly limned supporting characters."

Publishers Weekly (Starred Review) "The epic, warts-and-all portrait of the city is scathing; ulcer-ridden wiseacre Mulligan ... is never less than compelling company; and the analogies between the newspaper business and the porn business are spot-on."

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Cliff Walk: A Liam Mulligan Novel 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 18 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
At a recent book-signing event, Bruce DeSilva told his audience that he believed a good contemporary mystery novel needs to reflect the social issues of the story's locale. I don't think anyone in the room disagreed with him. Alas, when I started reading "Cliff Walk," I was confronted by some of the same old liberal bogeymen: ex-military thugs, right-wing zealots, and the Catholic Church. Somehow, I don't think any of these are what ails Rhode Island. The state is going broke, town by town and city by city, thanks to decades of failed public policy. The elephant in the living room that seems to evade Mr. DeSilva's field of vision is the entrenched, corrupt, all-powerful one-party legislature that runs things in the Ocean State. An accurate portrait of Rhode Island's social ills needs to depict their political roots. As a mystery, "Cliff Walk" isn't up to Mr. DeSilva's first novel, "Rogue Island," thanks to a thin plot and countless references to pop-music that I guess are intended to show that the author is hip and cool. A disappointing second effort.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A really garbled plot. Lots of concludions with nothing to back them up. It is as if the author said;"Holy crap I have already writtem 600 meandering pages. I really have to end this right now." So he does.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Bruce DeSilva delivers once again in his second novel titled Cliff Walk. Liam Mulligan and the cast pf zany characters are joined in murder and pornography investigations. Mulligan is still bedeviled by his soon to be exwife, Dorcas. Another fast paced enjoyable read with lots of subtle and at times notso subtle humor. Give yourself permission to enjoy a few hours of an engaging story. J M Lydon
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you're looking for a true slice of Rhode Island and a gritty suspense-filled rollercoaster ride with quirky characters that leap right off the page and dialogue equal to that of the master, Elmore Leonard -- then CLIFF WALK should go to the top of your must-read list. -- Jan Evean Whitford, author of MYSTIC ISLAND and MYSTIC FEAR
dtodeen More than 1 year ago
One of the best books this summer. Highly recomended!
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
"Walks up to Pierce" Pierce im sorry...... For all what i said and done to you......You can do anything to me.... "a tear went down my face"
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Shrugs sadly and pads back to sl
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Burns her arms but keeps going. Three minutes okay three. Just hol on for me.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
You should rest.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I know he is but he wouldnt do somthing like that!!! Ithe rencarnation of Hollyleaf but i DIDNT kill anycat!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
No...I mean...he possessed me...he's back inside now, but... #T
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
"Tinystrike!" She stands on the cliffside, calling Tinystrike, hoping he'll stop and come back "Your not Scourge! Your Tinystrike! Your a warrior of HurricaneClan!" her voice echoes off the rock walls. "Your my mate!" She finishes firmly. Her thick pelt is buffeted by the wind and her silver eyes glow unnatrually. -Moonchaser
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Looks like it might be good.