Book description
Blake opened the door and took his first step into Hell. He had come
to his apartment with a lilt in his walk, pleasantly burdened with
candy and flowers. This was to be a reconciliation with his wife,
Stella. Stella, who hated private investigatorsÂ-â private snitches,â
she called them.
So he had resigned from the firm of Bricker and Blake:
Investigators. Too bad it had to be in the middle of the tough
Arrenhower job. But Stella was worth it.
The room was in shambles. There was Stella, battered and bloody,
sprawled on a chair. She had been brutally bludgeoned to death.
I'm dead, Steve black thought, and I can't cry. Who will I cry for?
For Stella, who'd never hear me now? Maybe I'll cry for the man who
killed her. Maybe I'll cry for him when I find himÂ-and maybe God
himself will cry for him before I'm through...
