It was only a matter of time before author Don Pendleton placed his beloved vigilante Mack Bolan into the city of sin. “Vegas Vendetta” is the ninth entry of 'The Executioner' and was released by Pinnacle in 1971. After what I would consider to be one of the early series standouts, 'Chicago Wipe-out', the bar was set rather high for the author to deliver another quality effort. Sadly, this installment is the worst of the series thus far.
Other than the book's beginning, featuring Bolan in the familiar high ground situation of attack, there's absolutely no action. As I slogged through it, all 180 miserable pages, I found myself consistently checking what was left, measuring the amount of pages, checking page numbers...things no author would ever want to hear about his or her work. But, it's a genuine stinker because there's a skim plot to develop devoid of any interesting characters that would otherwise make the dialogue tolerable.
Bolan infiltrates the mob after crippling the Talifero branch between Lake Mead and Las Vegas. After a brief reunion with his old ally Carl Lyons, Bolan settles on the strip utilizing the familiar cloak and dagger routine that worked so well in prior entries. There's pages and pages of Bolan ordering around mob goons (as Mr. Vinton), moving money and participating in daily rituals that ultimately just go nowhere. The mob boss here is “Joe the Monster”, whom Bolan wants to cut-off while liberating a comedian named Tommy Anders (who has an awesome commentary on politics and entertainment for a few pages). By book's end...some money changed hands.
“Vegas Vendetta” works better than Nyquil. Leave it, skip it and seek out better books.