β Scribed by Larry Kent
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
When Larry Kent said goodbye to Eve Delmar, she was alive. The next morning she turned up dead--shot to death. But who wanted to kill her, and why? The chief suspect was her estranged husband ... but he was a friend of Larry's, and when he denied murder, Larry believed him.
So he set out to find the real killer and save his friend from a hot date with the electric chair.
But the case soon turned even more complicated. What part did nightclub owner Earl Salem play in it all? How did a seven-year old, out-of-state murder tie in to it?
It was only when someone decided that Larry himself should be his next victim that he realized he was up against something bigger than he could have possibly suspected.
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