It’s nice to be a millionaire.
Money can buy you darn near anything. It can buy you things you’re only supposed to get for love. It can buy you the best-looking women—in a city where good-looking women come high.
It can buy a professional private eye—like Peter Chambers—to make sure the girls stay bough.
It can buy you the roughest, toughest strong-arm men going—if the private eye gets too interested in his work.
In fact, Chambers’s millionaires can even buy a murder.
The trouble is, he never knows when the murder is going to be his own.
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