A night-club owner gunned down at his own barâan editor gutted with an antique switchbladeâa smuggler who took five shots in the backâa millionaire whose âsuicideâ didnât make sense âŠ
Each killing left the cops high and dryâfine. 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 âŠ