Johnny Phelan had two corpses behind him—"Three and you're out, Johnny " the cops told him. "Out of this world, real gone cool on a marble slab . . . worth a hot quarter-million bucks in small kills . . ."
So in the land of masquerade and make-up, Hollywood's toughest private peep ducked wild bullets and wilder babes—to learn the hard way that— YOU CAN ALWAYS DIE TWICE!
"This is hard-boiled mystery with all the necessary elements... Fans of the hard-boiled are likely to enjoy the book." -- Reading California Fiction