Philip Marlowe drank Old Forester. Sam Spade drank a premixed Manhattan from a paper cup. Lew Archer drank, well, pretty much anything. But Frank Marr prefers uppers over downers. That doesn't mean he doesn't hit the sauce, uppers are just a preference, a powdery, snortable preference. And if all of those fictional Private Eyes but … Continue reading On The Nightstand: The Frank Marr Series By David Swinson
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