She was slim and she was stacked and the gold of her hair matched the gold of her bank account. In a word, she had everything. The trouble was she was too eager to give it away. The money too. I'm Joe Puma. I was hired to investigate some crackpot cult she was playing around with. The crackpots were mixed up with thugs, the blonde got mixed up in murder and I got mixed up with the blonde. And somewhere a mixed-up killer was waiting to strike again.
by William Campbell Gault
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