Only Mr. Moon, dizzy murder specialist, would dust off the hot squat for his pal, Mouldy — then try it on, himself, for size!
Richard Deming
Dan Fancy had fashioned a perfect frame for a crime giant when he went after Big Jim Calhoun. But how could it fit the grim picture, when the boss's victim seemed to prefer his death-cell to the good air of freedom?
Her one request: "Treat me like a tramp."
Death called a day early for Maida — and wore a madman's face!