"A Real Nice Guy" by William F. Nolan

Gravetapping by Ben Boulden

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"A Real Nice Guy" by William F. Nolan Posted: 18 Dec 2014 07:31 PM PST “His name was Jimmie Prescott and he is thirty-one years of age. Five foot ten. Slight build.” He is a loner. A sniper. A killer. The sort of sniper who sets up over a busy city street and randomly chooses a target. A victim. It is the spontaneity that thrills him, and, by his own reckoning, he is the best. The best because he has 41 notches on his rifle, and, while there have been a few close calls, he has no real fear of capture. “A Real Nice Guy” is a stylish crime story written by William F. Nolan, a favorite author of mine, originally published in the April 1980 issue of Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine. It is something of a battle of sociopaths—both bad, of course—and while the ending is less than surprising the journey is ideal. The prose is smooth and, especially the non-dialogue narrative, is something like a brassy jazz riff— “He was a master. He never missed a target, never wasted a shot. He was cool and nerveless and smooth, and totally without conscience.” It is short. Third person, and very much worth seeking out. But, in the interest of fairness, that is exactly what I think of all Mr Nolan’s short work. I read “A Real Nice Guy” in The New Mammoth Book of Pulp Fiction, published in 2013 by Running Press, and edited by Maxim Jakubowski.