In the clammy recesses of the cement stairwell, she discovered the terrifying truth: she was the patsy, and her role was to die — screaming!
John D. MacDonald
Professor Quotient's quiz act suddenly pays off in grim murder, with a baffling mystery as the jackpot question!
To trap the murder-mind who turned his frat into a slaughterhouse... brain-boy Arlin and his campus queen — played sitting duck.
Steve Harris, private-eying for a notorious gambler, had to make a play for a wild killer's loyal sweetheart — to unearth ninety grand in bloody gold.
The plan was simple at first, and then, when we started, I knew that this conspiracy to hijack the Syndicate was the master of all of us. But I was smart... so damned smart, and I knew we could play with murder and not get burned!
Lovely night-club thrush Laura Lynn hires a man with a ready gun, so that when you next see her name in a column, it won't be under — obituaries!
Well, he was losing weight and always hungry, Michael Rigsby told his wife. But Annabelle wasn't alarmed. She was disgustingly cheerful...