“I’m not a son of a bitch, but I do an awfully good impression of one.”
He doesn’t have a business card, he doesn’t have an office, but he does provide a service. For a small fee, anybody who needs help, and the law fails them, they can pick up the telephone and call this mean bastard. His name is Mayhem, and when bad things happen to good people, he’s the mutha you call.
It’s sometime after midnight in the city of Miami when Mayhem’s phone rings – the girl, Faith, needs to get the hell out of town in a hurry. Sounds like a simple job to Mayhem and he runs her down to her father’s house in the Keys. The next morning Mayhem wakes with the girl’s corpse in his bathtub and the police banging on his door. Over the next twenty-four-hours, Mayhem punches, kicks and shoots his way across the city as he tries to get to the bottom of who’s trying to frame him.
Bloody Mayhem is a lean, mean, pedal-to-the-metal noir that will grab you by the throat on page one and drag you kicking and screaming all the way to the end. Jump into the mayhem now!