The redheaded secretary lay crumpled on the office floor, her blouse ripped to the waist. Blood trickled from her mouth.
The redheaded divorcee sprawled across the bed, the black silk sheet baring her lovely body - and her gaping throat.
The black-haired B-girl lay broken across the steering wheel of the bomb-shattered car. Her open eyes stared sightlessly at the tilted floor.
Each had walked into a trap meant for private eye Johnny Liddell, set by the crime syndicate out to get him. Each was a score Johnny had to settle - if he could live long enough to see the end of three brutal bouts with murder!