No Clean Hands

No Clean Hands
A Relentless Crime Thriller

Because happy endings only happen in massage parlors.
A relentless crime thriller about survival, corruption, and the price of getting out alive.

It’s 1997. Redlands, California.

Abraham “Abe” Lincoln is a homeless punk rocker scraping by with no safety net, no future, and no illusions about how the world works. Then a drug deal explodes into chaos—bodies everywhere, sirens closing in—and Abe walks away with a duffel bag full of cash and dope that belongs to people who don’t forgive and never forget.

From that moment on, every breath is a risk.

A violent biker gang needs its reputation restored.
A sadistic meth cook wants revenge.
And the police want a clean story—not the truth.

As the walls close in, Abe drags K.O.—Katie O’Hara—sharp-tongued, damaged, and just as dangerous in her own way—into a desperate run across cracked asphalt, desert highways, and sleepless nights. Two outcasts with nothing left to lose, trying to stay alive in a system that already wrote them off.

No Clean Hands isn’t about justice.
It’s about what happens when the system decides you’re disposable.

Set against the sweat, dust, and decay of late‑90s Southern California, this relentless crime thriller delivers raw realism, razor‑edged dialogue, and characters forged by survival instead of morality. There are no clean choices here. Only consequences.

If you live for:

• Grit-soaked crime fiction with teeth

• Antiheroes who feel painfully real

• Stories of corruption, desperation, and rebellion

• The emotional weight of Winter’s Bone and the dangerous atmosphere of Savages

You’re ready for No Clean Hands.

This isn’t a polished thriller with safe resolutions.
This is crime fiction for people who know the world doesn’t play fair—and sometimes the only way out is straight through the fire.