Tutter King had it made. Every time he spun a platter on “The King’s Session,” gold came out: TV earnings, returns on his secret holdings in recording companies, the old payola that some bright young men think only their rightful due. Tutter...
Uncle Slater O’Shea was loaded. Uncle Slater was supporting the lot of them — five freeloaders. And in spite of liberal daily applications of whisky, Uncle Slater had his health. He intended to keep it, so he had made a new will. So long as he...
At first it seemed as though only The Madman Theory could explain the brutal shotgun slaying which lay in wait for the friendly group of back-packing hikers.
But Inspector Omar Collins, lean, gloomy-eyed, black-haired, was a painstaking man.
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The green wig belonged to a redheaded Vegas show girl. The sequined gown had highlighted the bouncy silhouette of a blonde off-Broadway actress.
The long evening gloves were the property of a bosomy smalltown nurse. These were more than an...