Straight from the gutter. Straight from merciless and filthy ritual decadence of a quiet drink and a cold night plastered on the bluestone floor of a forgotten alley. Straight out of a double barrelled twelve gauge sawn off shotgun fired in hurt and anger at the shadows. Straight out of hell. Straight for the ceaseless pounding of a wicked serpentine vein. Straight in. Straight through. Straight out the other side. And straight into oblivion.     Jack Cross is bounty hunter and a man possessed. A man who deals nonchalantly with the hardened filth trawling Graceland's mean streets looking for cheap thrills and fast cash. He is not a man of morals.     For years Jack has been the go to tough nut for the city's fat cat crime boss', and this assignment is no different. Johnny Cole. An out cast con man and petty swindler. Laid his hands on some things he shouldn't have. Now he has to pay the price. If only Jack can get past Johnny's sister, Delilah, and that sweet honey flowing through her veins...     Jack Cross is a man on a mission