

A bit later, another cop is killed in the same fashion. In a strange case of premeditation and chutzpah, the killer leaves the rifle with a nameplate on it-with the name of his victim stenciled on it! Oh, and I guess I should point out that the killer did all this with metal claws for hands (Armes).

Eventually a funeral procession passes and the killer shoots the cop in the lead vehicle. The show begins with an assassin carefully setting up his rifle and equipment for some unseen target. This episode of "Hawaii Five-O" is the only time he took up acting according to IMDb other than an appearance or two as himself. Armes action figure for kids (made by Ideal) as well! The guy certainly knew how to market himself-down to his moniker.

Armes was a cop, private detective and king of self-promotion-and I vaguely remember some sort of Jay J.

When he was young, he accidentally blew off his hands and became very, very proficient with his metal prosthetic 'hands'. Even so, the end product is enjoyable and surprisingly fun.This episode stars an incredible self-promoter who gained a small level of fame in the 1970s, Jay J. There are some parts that I wondered if Armes decided to stretch his artistic license for the purpose of telling a better story. The tone comes off as boastful and self-aggrandizing in many parts for its time, this might have hurt the book, however it only adds a layer of kitsch for a modern day reader. I don't know if Armes or Nolan set out to expose the human condition of deceit, but it certainly comes out. It's a humanizing experience that is unexpected but well written. A central theme of the book is the misplaced trust of loved ones many chapters end with the client looking into the face of the person they knew and trusted and asking why they did it. While the book starts off with him fighting with hippies at a campsite, the book begins to explore some more serious crime, starting with a notably gristly home invasion and kidnapping. This could still be the case, but I'm willing to believe that he has found a life where he can find pleasure in his work and reap its benefits.Ībout a third of the way into the book, his capers take a dark turn. I had early suspicions that his ostentatious lifestyle was used to compensate for his missing hands. His positive attitude and work ethic are, despite his disability, genuinely infectious. But something happened around chapter 8: I legitimately began to enjoy reading it. I bought this book as a joke on the promise of getting a few laughs about the capers of man who was described to me as Steven Seagal, but with hooks for hands.
