Bullet for a Star
β Scribed by Stuart M. Kaminsky
- Publisher
- MysteriousPress.com/Open Road
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 412 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
The first in a mystery series set in 1940s Hollywood, where a hard-boiled private eye helps a cast of real-life stars: "Nostalgic fun" (Publishers Weekly).
Hollywood, 1940: It's been four years since security guard Toby Peters got fired from the Warner Brothers lot for breaking a screen cowboy's arm. Since then he's scratched out a living as a private detectiveβmissing persons and bodyguard work mostlyβbut now his old friends, the Warners, have a job for him.
Someone has mailed the studio a picture of Errol Flynn caught in a compromising position with an underage woman. Although Flynn insists it's a fake, the studio is taking no chances. Peters is to deliver the blackmailer five thousand dollars and return with the photo negative. It should be simple, but Flynn, a swashbuckler on and off the screen, has a way of making things complicated.
Soon it's up to Peters to clear Flynn's name, following a twisted trail that...
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