From the back:
She called herself Denny Lyons
and she was everything men dream of on long, lonely nights….
She had it all, from the white-gold hair that framed her expensive face, to the graceful, slender ankles – and all those little extras in-between….
Even before she opened her lovely mouth to sing, she had her audience entranced. And when she sang, her low, smoky voice curled itself around your spine, drifted slowly up into your chest, and stayed there. And hurt….
She had everything- including big ideas. She was headed straight for the top and she thought she knew just how to get there….
But she was wrong. Because her big beautiful career came to a sudden violent end – when she did…
“The name’s Liddell,” he told the blonde — “cabin 321, and don’t bother to knock”
A killer was going to pay for trying to give Johnny Liddell a free pass to the morgue.
“My number’s unlisted,” she told Liddell. “You’re a detective, find it.”
“Handle my case,” she told Liddell, “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Kiss me again,” she told him. “It won’t kill you. Besides — can you think of a better way to die?”
Her body brought the same question to every man’s mind — but Liddell just wanted the answer to murder.
“I don’t like strange guys making passes at you,” Liddell told the redhead. “Especially with an ice-pick.”