He chopped at my head with the loaded butt of his gun. I went out, all the way. After a while the darkness where I lay was invaded by dreams. Huge turning wheels resolved themselves into a diesel locomotive. I was lying limp across the tracks and the train was coming. It honked its horn at me. It wasn't a train sound, though, and I wasn't lying on a track, and it was no dream. I sat up in the middle of the highway. A truck was bearing down on me, its brakes shrieking. But it wasn't going to be able to stop in time

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Had this for ages so time to pass it on. Will be releasing in either a 'free book box' outside my house or one of the phone boxes locally which is now converted to a book sharing drop.

Not so much a whodunnit, but remembering whodunnit with whom. I like Ross Macdonald as a writer, and it's eay to envisage Paul newman, who played Harper in the films, as the PI.