From the back:
She was a full-blown brunette in a bandanna halter that just barely covered the essentials. The non-essentials were very impressive, too. This was just the kind of case Shayne could enjoy. Keeping an eye on a dish like this and getting paid for it. He could have hopped from his balcony to hers, but he politely made a date for later. This wasn’t work, it was pleasure. A short-lived pleasure. For when Shayne finally got to her room that night, he knew he had waited too long. The lady had run out of time, and the date had been canceled—by murder.