ALONE, BLACK, AND UNDERCOVER

PROLOGUE BY LENNIE GRIMALDI Late one calm autumn afternoon in 1989, Billy Chase had a feeling that something wasn't quite right.  It was the intuitive feeling he had often in his maddeningly bizarre life, a life of aliases, paranoia, and danger, the life of an unusual undercover cop.  In his short, dizzying career, Chase made a habit of collecting enemies, plenty of them-and he hadn't even reached his thirty-first birthday.  When you take away five or ten years from the lives of utterly ruthless people struggling for power, you are not as easily forgotten as, say, a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of a fhoe. Chase, the gumshoe, bothered people, especially criminals .  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices