Why Pick on Me Author:James Hadley Chase 'You can be a bastard at times, can't you?' Corridon said, and laughed. 'You know what you can do with your dreary little savings. I don't want your money, and I don't want your job.' Ritchie smiled. — 'Well, I'm glad to hear you don't want my money,' he said. 'Pity about the job. Perhaps I can appeal to your sense of patriotism?' Corridon pushed... more » his chair and stood up, 'You're wasting your breath. Why pick on me?' Ritchie said evenly, 'I picked on you, Martin, because the job can only be done by a man without honour; a man who is a twister, a liar and a cheat.' ----- Milly Lawes a Piccadilly streetwalker, found a strange ring in her room one day. An hour later, Milly was dead, and the ring gone. Scotland Yard knew all about the ring though; so did the Secret Service - and so, before very long, did Martin Corridon, ex-Commando, ex-MI5, ex-ethics of any kind... Corridon didn't really want to know, didn't want to work with the Service again - but Milly had been a sort of friend, and the thought of her cut throat and blood-soaked bed was enough to send him off on a trail of sabotage and murder. A trail that had him running as hunter - and hunted...« less