A hard-faced girl clad in a blue mink stole and dripping with diamonds hires Lew Archer to trace down her former maid, who she claims has stolen her jewellery. Archer can inform he is being fed a line, yet interest will get the higher of him and he accepts the case. He tracks the wayward maid to a ramshackle hotel in a seedy, run-down small city, yet reveals her useless in her tiny room, along with her throat slit from ear to ear. Archer digs deeper into the case and discovers an internet of deceit and intrigue, with crazed number-runners from Detroit, beautiful triple-crossing molls, and a golden-boy transport inheritor who’s long gone mysteriously lacking.

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