[Shell Scott 13] • The Wailing Frail by Richard S_

Figuring it out. Man, I've practically made a career out of babes, but this one really hit me. She had a shape like a three-dimensional dream and I hugged her with my eyes. Right with that first glance, I started trying to memorize her.

She was the key -- er -- figure in a sensational investigation.

Me? I'm Shell Scott, the cad of a shamus prepared to pursue her to the very ends of the earth -- if only for the rear view.

She was a living doll, and I meant to keep her that way -- even if it killed me!