Inside the apartment lay a dead girl.
The cops were closing in. He had no
place to hide …
Then a low voice whispered in the darkness,
“This way.” A warm hand guided him through
the door. “Get your clothes off.”
He ripped off his coat, his shoulder holster.
He crossed to the bedroom, tore off his
pants. In a moment bare warm flesh
squeezed into the bed against him.
A hand reached up, mussed his hair.
Lips smeared his face and mouth as
the pounding started at the door …
A cop looked in, snickered, left.
And Johnny Liddell got his first
look at the girl …
“An excellent rough, tough thriller.”
—Lewiston Journal