A Madman On The Loose In A City Of Wantons!
From the back:
lay naked in a thousand twisting canyons of the Hollywood hills, where in a thousand little nooks a pleasure-seeking blonde could stretch her sin-touched body out naked in the sense-tingling warmth of the sun. It could be any girl, nude and relaxed, and then suddenly would come the sharp crack of a rifle and the splat of a high-powered slug. A terrifying sound. But the naked girl wouldn’t know about if. By that time she would be dead, a neat round hole where her stomach sloped, and a great big cavern behind her where the dum-dum emerged. And somewhere in the hills a madman laughed and looked for his next—