Used book – Mortelle Jamaïque, Gérard de Villiers

Malko leaned over, opened the door, and pushed the driver's body out. The latter tumbled onto the sidewalk. As Malko was sliding into the driver's seat, one of the occupants of the opposing pickup truck emerged, bloodshot eyes, a Glock automatic pistol in his hand. Shaking his dreadlocks, he pointed his weapon at Malko, fifty centimeters away, and yelled: - I kill the fuckin'mon! Grimacing with hatred, he pulled the Glock's trigger.