On the pier, behind a stack of whisky cases, lay the corpse, a steel box-hook buried in his skull, and aboard Lt. Koski’s police boat was the sexy number who knew the answers — too many of...
Fire Marshal Ben Pedley was a veteran at double-crossing Death. But this time, with his finger already on the firebug who had hung the butchered torso in Biddonay’s charred refrigerator, Ben didn’t have any more chance than the object that was...
Plenty of dead ones get dragged out of the dark, roily water that runs through the greatest city in the world. The Harbor Police take only routine notice. But when the cadaver conies in installments — a torso, a leg, an arm — that’s murder......
She was a ball of fire, always wanting to roll on to something new — after burning her men behind her. Even Fire Marshal Pedley hated to tell her, at the end of the hottest trail this side of Hades: “Now you’re cooking,...
Everything was pretty quiet on west coast gridirons that Saturday afternoon… and then — BOOM — Dynamite Dan Webb exploded out of a pile-up, streaking for paydirt like a golden sky-rocket… He should have known there’d be plenty of...
Chief Fire Marshal Ben Pedley sniffed plenty of tell-tale clues among the charred ruins of the Maison Elegant. But he soon learned that some fires are too hot to handle — even after they’re...