A night-club owner gunned down at his own baran editor gutted with an antique switchbladea smuggler who took five shots in the backa millionaire whose "suicide" didn't make sense
Each killing left the cops high and dryfine. Because that meant someone had to hire me, Chambers, to find the killer. For a fat fee, and you can bet I earn every dollar. And with girls like Lola, Marcia, Kathy, Angelica, and the rest, each case has such nice fringe benefits