White Dwarf — Steven Pressfield

With a brutal Gulf War pedigree, and in uniform as LAPD patrol officers, Harrington and Vendetti navigate the city's sprawling terrain, encountering the desperate, the depraved, and the empty. What follows is a series of gruesome occurrences with no apparent logic to them. Allowed to witness their hate and vengeance, it appears they merely cause mayhem for mayhem's sake. They steal, use, and sell drugs, but that's only when they're not mutilating corpses or driving people to suicide. Theirs is a filthy and misogynistic world ruled by whores, drugs, and retribution. There is nobody in this world to cheer for, yet even in the deeply flawed there is a hint of a soul. The actions of these sociopathic, dead-eyed men hint, ironically, where it lies. With every new soon-to-be-terrorized individual these predators' darkly comical, and vicious nature is revealed. And, as it often is in their world, there is the clinging and perverse fascination that nothing is ever truly resolved. Whether in a drug lord's crosshairs or a pending Internal Affairs investigation, it isn't so much about dying as it is about fueling their existence. White Dwarf is a twisted reflection of life that is as beautiful as it is horrifying.