Strip for Murder
The naked truth...This gorgeous tomato met me at the gate, and every time she breathed I nearly went mad.
I'm Shell Scott, the guy with the eye as private as a telescope, and, man, was it going to come in handy in this joint!
The gorgeous tomato went twitching up a path that broke abruptly into a big grassy square - and then my teeth began to rattle.
Migawd, there were hundreds of them, capering joyfully around the green. I made a mental note to call this case The Naked Caper.
I'd been hired to find a killer in a nudist camp and I was going to look pretty damned silly wearing nothing but my gun!