This one was for keeps.
It started the night private eye Ed Rivers went to the rescue of a damsel in distress and almost ended up at the bottom of Tampa Bay.
Ed knew who was lurking behind him. His name was Russ Leppert. Russ liked to kill people. Not for any real reason-just be- cause he liked it.
Then there was the man who had once been in the business of hustling pornographic stag movies. He wanted to get back into the racket again, in a big way.
And, of course, the middle-aged Dixieland musician named Straight Stuff Delaney.
Was Straight Stuff blowing for kicks-or merely furnishing the fanfares for other murders to come?
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