This is the last book of his I read, since it was the last one I acquired. I’d like to say that it was worth every minute of the long wait, but I’d be lying. However, I did enjoy it. It’s interesting to wonder how much of Spillane’s personal views of the world are injected into Hammer’s own, such as his view on Hollywood, models and hippies. Well, at least two of those three are represented in this book, which begins with a child screaming in an alleyway. The child, while playing, stumbles across a dead woman, dressed only in lingerie. Mike decides to investigate her death, since to ignore it would be completely out of character. The police ruled it a suicide, but Mike’s gut tells him different. The lingerie she was wearing seems to be a common link with another

body that was found some time ago. In the mail, he receives a wallet from a prison, containing a message from an inmate whose sister knew the dead woman. From there, his search takes him into Greenwich Village, where he meets Cleo, who introduces him to Dulcie McInnes, fashion editor and all around hostess. As more and more information comes his way, he begins to realize that very important and welathy people are somehow tied in with the scum he’s been beating information out of. What he ends up discovering is even worse than what he imagined. The climax of this book is great, as I pictured it as being a great scene in a film version. Actually, this is probably one of his books that would make a good movie.