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...
Rossman protested vehemently that his fur loft fire ruined him. Yet grizzled Fire Marshal Ben Pedley knew somebody must have cleaned up a fortune — because the cooked body in the vault, the dead watchman, and the crumpled figure in the furrier’s...
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,...