Smoke Dugan is a retired Mob bomb maker in Maine whose past catches up with him. Also caught in the crossfire is gal pal Lola, who's apparently the target of every sexual predator east of the Mississippi. Fortunately, Lola kicks groins quite well. Despite the crotch punts, this is the usual pulp about killers with Glocks, blades, and nitroglycerin. Patrick Quinlan seems effusive only when rehashing ads: ''His breath smelled like those curiously strong mints, the ones that came in the little tin.'' (Why not just write ''Altoids''?) For the most part, though, the author opts to move right to the gory, immediate point. While it may be mindless, Smoked should absorb any fan of Bruckheimer blockbusters and everything else that goes boom.