The violent death of a call girl leads to all-out war on the underworld. A mystery novel classic by Ricahrd Deming.
I was bone-tired when I locked the last gas pump, turned off the lights and closed the garage door. It had been a long day. One of an endless number of days.<p> I crossed the concrete apron, got in my jalopy and started the motor. I gave the filling station a last look. It was tired and grubby in the early night. I'd really tried to make a go of it here, but one man can only do so much.<p> All I wanted was to get a hot bath, food, and some sleep. I lived half a mile down the road from the station. The cottage, nestled among some pines, had looked good, like the station, when I’d first brought Helen here. Now, as the headlights swept over it, the cottage looked like the station. A pitiful lot of nothing for a man to break his back over.<p> I parked the crate beside the cottage. When I entered the small, dark house, I got the living hell knocked out of me.
A late-night tryst with a beautiful vixen sounds like an ideal setup for murder, especially with a serial killer on the loose. But as with any Gil Brewer tale, this one takes some unexpected twists!
Everyone was threatening Johnny Liddell – even his girl, and the cops – until Johnny came up with a new twist to trap a killer. It was so good he fooled everyone – even himself!
Everyone was threatening Johnny Liddell – even his girl, and the cops – until Johnny came up with a new twist to trap a killer. It was so good he fooled everyone – even himself!
Eddie was too smart for his own good. He cooked up a scheme to collect 25 Grand from a boy's father by rigging a jury and finding the kid innocent. But it's a dog eat dog world out there…
He was six feet tall and had the bulging, hourglass build of a professional weight-lifter. His body was always bronzed. He needed it, in his line of work. He was a grifter who liked to target middle-aged ladies…
After an Indian massacre, Second Lieutenant Jonathan Allan Haggard is tasked with a mission he doesn't like: stopping the band of Apaches led by Bleeding Cloud. But Lt. Haggard knows something the others don't: there may be a white man – a renegade – behind the butchery…which makes it murder!