She had the hind of beauty no man could resist, even an icy-veined private eye. Trouble was, Juanita Toy gave Peter Hunter more than her warm, exotic flesh. Her gifts included money-and a murder rap!
Maybe Pete should have stuck to less dangerous women-like gorgeous Pat Laine, so big and so willing, so blonde all over. That way he would only have had to lick the gangster Moretti, the copper Hogan, the killer old Phineas and his hatchetman, Ramon...
But Pete's stoke in the game was far bigger than murder. He was playing for love, for glory-and for keeps!
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