The fiction debut of former Iron Cross frontdude Sab Grey has been (self) described as “an irresistible vertiginous caper worthy of Donald Westlake or Walter Mosley”. I’ll hazard a guess there’s a slice of Baltimore life David Simon has yet to devote to the small screen, but perhaps I’ll let the book speak for itself.  At least there’ll be something for Aubrey Huff to read on those cold spring nights when everything shuts down at 8pm.