Johnny Phelan had two corpses behind him – «Three and you're out, Johnny,» the cops told him. «Out of this world, real gone cool on a marble slab . . . worth a hot quarter-million bucks in small kills . . .» So in the land of masquerade and make-up, Hollywood's toughest private peep ducked wild bullets and wilder babes – to learn the hard way that – YOU CAN ALWAYS DIE TWICE! <P> "This is hard-boiled mystery with all the necessary elements… Fans of the hard-boiled are likely to enjoy the book." – Reading California Fiction
