Book description
It is the smell of death …
The Oxnan hotel stank with the stale odor of cheap whiskey, cheap
two-bit racketeers, cheap unwashed women. But behind the rotting
front, behind the peeling-plastered walls, a big time syndicate did
its filthy business. The payoff was in the millions.
Edna Loomis-and there was nothing cheap about her-set out to get it
all. Her method was simple … she used the weapon of her flesh. But she
made one mistake. His name was Peone, of the drugged eyes and the
slender knife. Edna Loomis was beautiful, ambitious woman. Peone was a
coked-up killer!
