Sam Millar is an atypical writer. He has been in prison in Northern Ireland for political activities (probably "muscled") and the United states for the robbery of a van. This polar "Bloodstorm" (original title) whose translation by the title this gives an idea of cretinism publishers. The novel is not uninteresting despite an avalanche of clichés, aspects rather "trash" and a certain vulgarity of language. Shots side: the private Karl Kane is the archetype of many well known Americans authors: broke, inveterate smoker, lover of strong drink, badly dressed up, worn threadbare car. Single "snapshot output" He suffers from "hémoroïdes. The story is, however, well built and deserves a little more than 3 * If Amazon allowed a finer scoring.