One of our call girls is missing It sounded like a joke, but the old dame was scared stiff when one of her girls didn't show up for work that night. And this one was her prettiest--and most profitable. "Find her, shamus," she said. "And fast!" "My pleasure," I said. My name is Joe Puma. I call mysel
End of a Call Girl
β Scribed by Gault, William Campbell
- Book ID
- 109636709
- Publisher
- F+W Media
- Year
- 1986
- Tongue
- en-US
- Weight
- 114 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781440539145
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
One of our call girls is missing It sounded like a joke, but the old dame was scared stiff when one of her girls didn't show up for work that night. And this one was her prettiestβand most profitable. "Find her, shamus," she said. "And fast!" "My pleasure," I said. My name is Joe Puma. I call myself a detective and I get a hundred bucks a day. The girl's name was Jean Talsman. She called herself an entertainer and she got a hundred bucks a night. The job had delightful possibilitiesβuntil some joker started making corpses out of the customers, and I found a few dealers in sudden death camped on my own doorstep.
Number of Words in Auth: 3
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Number of Formats : 1
Has Cover : Yes
All Identifiers : isbn:978-1-4405-3914-5
Single Author : William Campbell Gault
Original Source : Mirc New Files 03 07
Sorted Author by LN, FN: Gault, William Campbell
Title Length : 018
Title Parm D : End of a Call Girl
Title Parm F : End of a Call Girl
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Record ID : 1214
Uncomma Author : William Campbell Gault
Title Parm A : End of a Call Girl
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