He was a big strapping fellow around thirty, broad and well-built, but far from muscular; soft, just this side of fat.
“Hello, Baby,” he said. “You one of her boy friends?”
“Go jump in a lake,” I said. “Jump into two if one...
All are familiar with the well-known plot of the man who commits murder and then attempts to make the crime appear to be suicide. In There’s Always a Price Tag, James Hadley Chase turns this old plot inside out and gives us a new and electrifying...