A review by cafo6
The Quick Red Fox by John D. MacDonald

5.0

MacDonald’s descriptions got me again... Vegas from the air as a toy city kit, strewn by a child’s foot. A muscular man who is “muscles upon muscles” on up to a face that is a “leather bag of walnuts”. But sad, too, because of Dana, because of the ending, and alone he is again just as Reacher will be in later books and just as Bill Bixby always was, walking away to the refrain of a sad, sad song in the shows I grew up on.