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SOURCE: Miner, Brad. “Blood Feud.” National Review 43, no. 6 (15 April 1991): 55-6, 58.
In the following review, Miner commends Buckley's suspenseful narration in Wet Work, finding it well written, unnerving, and humorous.
Each time some poor kid croaks on coke, there's a trail left behind: from the OD to the pusher; from him to the dealer; finally to some big supplier. Now if you wanted revenge, if, no matter what, you loved that dead kid and wanted wild justice, and if you went down that trail to get some, it would surely be wet work; wet, for the splatters, the puddles of the sticky red stuff—some of it your own—that come with the trouble.
Down low along this deadly food chain, among the rats and the roaches, the exterminating is easy, although there are always more vermin. But as you move up, up through the sharks to the men...
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