They were all gorgeous hell-raisers, but they took up a hell of a lot of Hank Janson’s time.
From the back:
When the first doll came into his life Hank played the wolf. He did the same with second, but now he began to notice that while his boudoir trophies piled up he was turning in an empty bag in his hunt for the hoods behind the new robbery ring. Then the third lovely bit of poisoned bait showed up and Hank decided to bolt the tender trap and get back on the trail of the strange, brutal terror stalking his town.